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A/N: Third chapter! It's very long! Sorry it took so long. Please stay with this story! I really like the way this story is roll'n out. Here's one of the good stuff chapters. Could you check out the song fic I wrote? It's already typed up! Enjoy! Read and Review!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters, and I do not own any of the Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Anger characters. I wish I owned Draco and Spike, but I don't. I also do not own any of the songs that are mentioned in this chapter except for one. Saucy, by the group Chocolate Covered Veelas belongs to me. Yes, I own that group, but I do not own the term or idea of veela. I also, do not own Edgar Allen Poe. But I do own a copy of his works! *sigh*
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The Music Room
Draco stood in front of his mirror, glaring at the small bruise that had formed on his cheek where Granger had slapped him. He lifted his wand and muttered a concealment charm while he pointed the tip of him wand at the bruise. The bruise immediately vanished.
He then, roughly, shook his hand through his white-blonde hair. He grabbed his bottle of 'Gerald's Quick Style Styling Gel' and squeezed a small amount into his palm. He quickly rubbed his hands together before running his hands through his hair. His hair looked mussed, but it now looked like an actual hairstyle with the gel holding different sized locks of hair at certain angles and in certain directions. He nodded his head in satisfaction and shrugged into his velvet-like robe.
He smirked and sauntered into his room. It was seven o'clock already. Since Draco knew Spike new who was and was not Draco, Draco would just turn up late. Just to smite them all. (A/N: Smite me, almighty smiter! Lol. Courtesy of Bruce Willis who was awesomely played by Jim Carrey in the fantastic movie, Bruce Almighty.)
Draco slowly put on his steel toe, leather boots and took his bittersweet time to relace them. When he finally stood, he looked at his Rolex watch. Ten after seven. He casually stood and exited the dungeons. It wasn't long before he halted before Spike and Fred's office in the east tower. He waited a moment before entering the room.
Granger sat in her chair, discussing something with Fred. Spike was standing behind Fred's chair. Fred lazily looked up.
"So good of you to join us, Draco," she drawled.
A crystalline chess set sat before her. She idly moved her queen forward.
"Checkmate," she added.
Spike scowled at his loss and looked up.
"Follow me," he barked and left the room.
Granger bid Fred goodbye and walked behind Spike. Draco rolled his eyes and followed them.
They passed by the statue of Cordelia 'Copper' Black the Vipertooth Handler. The statue was a young woman who belonged to the gothic age. The black statue was painted with black, intricate drawings surrounding her eyes, as if she wore a mask. A long scar ran from her eyebrow to the level of her upper lip. She had extremely short, black hair. Copper-colored streaks of hair added to her oddness. She sat on the back of a Peruvian Vipertooth. She had been the first individual to tame a creature of that particular species.
Copper winked at them as they passed. Hermione knew that the woman was an ancestor of Harry's late godfather. They continued down the corridor in silence. They stopped at a door with a black, music staff on the door.
Hermione and Draco both listened closer. The staff was humming and seemed to jiggle to its tune. The staff was humming a song from Beethoven.
"E flat," Spike whispered.
The door swung open to reveal a huge room. Huge, stained glass windows lined the wall. Paintings of landscapes and objects were placed between the magnificent window. The ceiling was enchanted to look like the sky outside. The floor seemed to be made of moss because it was green, soft, and cushiony. A grand piano and various instruments rested on the left side of the room. Cushions, poufs, and blankets were placed on a table that was hidden in a closet. There was a wall that was hidden by books; shelf to shelf, corner to corner. Tons of parchment and paints were organized on a table to their side.
Spike cleared his throat. "We found that the both of you have a taste for the fine arts. This room will only let you out when the grandfather clock strikes the tenth chime at ten o'clock," he explained, gesturing towards the majestic clock standing in a corner.
Draco smirked but Spike continued.
"It is impossible to change the time or destroy the clock. So don't try to speed its time. I will know if both of you are in or out of this room at all times," Spike added.
Hermione stepped into the room and Draco followed. Spike slammed the door shut behind them, and they heard the door give an audible click.
Hermione sighed and went to the book wall. She skimmed her finger over the spines of the books, stirring dust. Her finger stopped on a black book and she took it from its place. The books was titled The Works of Edger Allen Poe. She didn't know that the great poet had been a wizard.
Draco looked around the room and caught sight of a stereo system. The only reason he knew of this machine was because Spike had introduced it to him. He sauntered over to the obviously charmed object and opened the door beneath it. Rows and rows of organized cds lay there. There was classical, the 60's, the 70's, the 80's, heavy metal, punk rock, hip hop, pop, country, rap, and all of the wizard music. (The wizard music was somehow burnt onto cds.)
Draco smirked and pulled out a compact disc called '3 Days Grace.' He took the disc out and turned on the stereo. He idly put the cd in and turned the song to '(I Hate) Everything About You.'
Granger frowned and looked up when the song started.
"Malfoy, I'm reading" she stated in a slightly blunt, harsh voice.
Draco ignored her and yelled out the first line of the chorus.
"I HATE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU!"
"DRACO MALFOY YOU WILL MAKE ME SICK IF YOU SING THE NEXT LINE!" she yelled at the same time.
"Why would I?!?! I don't love you, and plus, you are Potty and Weasel's whore. Why would I want something contaminated and born filthy?" he yelled back over the loud music.
Granger rolled her eyes and put her book down. She got up and moved to his side where he hastily moved away. She began flipping through one of the sections and pulled out a cd titled 'Christina Aguilera: Stripped.' Moments later 'Fighter' blasted the room. Granger's eyes seemed to ignite with fire as she sang the chorus.
"Thanks for making me a fighter!" she sang.
Draco kept a cool face but his mind was swimming in a river of confusion. How could a mudblood have a comparable voice to his? An idea planted itself in his mind, and he didn't care if it was against all that he had grown to believe.
He smirked and replaced the cd with 'Linkin Park' and soon the piano solo filled the room.
Hermione watched him do a few rock star moves as he sang. "In the end, it doesn't even matter oh." he sang.
Hermione felt a competitive urge surge through her veins. In the terms of her head of house, it was time to 'let your hair down.' She put in 'Chocolate Covered Veelas' and turned the song to 'Saucy.' The song seemed to have a Latino flavor to it. He smirked at the obvious rhythm of the salsa. Using the bottom of her robe, she swished it around her legs like a can-can skirt as she fluidly moved forward and backward, rolling her hips to the beat as she went. She threw back her head after she spun, one hand in the air.
'Damn.' he thought. He placed a coy smirk on his lips and studied her.
"So you can dance solo. Anyone can do it, but can you dance with a partner whom you've never danced with before and still pull it off?" he asked in a criticizing voice.
Hermione arched an eyebrow and moved towards him "Course I can," she stated and grabbed his hands, making him put them on her waist.
She put her hands against his shoulders. She waited patiently for him to lead, wondering why the hell she was allowing him to touch her.
Draco moved forward and she immediately moved one leg back as he moved his forward. He moved his leg back and she did the same. They continued until Granger started rolling her hips in time with him, unconsciously brushing against him, and never looking at him. She gathered her robes around her thighs and swished them around as they danced. He moved his right arm around so that it supported her upper torso. He moved his other arm away. They momentarily stopped as Granger dipped backwards, and swung her torso upside down in a counterclockwise motion before returning to him in an upright position.
That simple action seemed to have passed in slow motion. He got a wonderful view of her chest and cleavage that was usually hidden behind her diamond cut, black blouse. Her hair appeared disheveled when she returned to him.
"Uh, Malfoy? You can let me go now," Granger said.
Draco snapped back to reality and blinked. He quickly let go of her and turned off the machine. Granger frowned.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
Draco narrowed his gaze on her flushed face. "Just dandy, Granger. Sod off, I don't want to see your filthy appearance," he snapped and sat down against a wall at the opposite side of the room.
He had grabbed a notebook and a pen, which lay on top of the piano, as he had walked by.
Hermione sighed and walked over to the closet. She pulled out some poufs and threw one to Malfoy. Malfoy glared at her but seemed to accept the cushion. Hermione took her poufs and set them on the floor before laying down to rest on them. She picked up her book and began to read.
Draco stared at the anime style picture of Granger that he had drawn. She lay on the earth, not far from a lake, her hair fanning out around her head, her white gown loose and flowing around her body. The trees around her were on fire, the flames licking the sky. It was everything he thought of her.
The image of the lake represented her ancient spirit. The fire represented her inferno-like rage. The forest represented her nature. The way her hair lay symbolized her wildness. The white gown symbolized her purity. The image of her beauty on the floor of the earth represented her filthiness.
And yet. when he was close to her. her scent was intoxicating. Her skin was a smooth as porcelain. Her complexion was flawless and lightly tanned. She was the purist thing he had ever laid eyes on.
Upon looking at his hands, he noticed that ink was smeared on his hands. Hell, he was currently filthier than she was.
He dismissed his thoughts as insanity do to remaining in Granger's presence for too long. He looked up to see Granger sleeping peacefully. He put down the notebook and pen and walked over to her. The clock started to chime. On the tenth chime, the door swung open. He slowly touched her cheek with his thumb and let it linger for a moment, finding fascination with its smoothness. He hastily disappeared when he saw her first signs of awakening.
Hermione awoke, feeling someone's soft touch, but when she opened her eyes no one was there. She sat up and put her book away. She put the poufs away and went over to get Malfoy's pouf so that she could put it away, but she saw a notebook out of the corner of her eye. She frowned in curiosity and picked it up. She observed the beautiful picture and looked at the title. -'Filthy Beauty of the Earth.' By Draco Malfoy, Inspired by Hermione Granger- She dropped the notebook in shock and fled.
'Draco Malfoy thinks I'm beautiful.'
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Did you like it? Did you like it? Did you like it? Did you like it? Did you like it? Lol. I hope you did! Read and Review!
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A/N: Third chapter! It's very long! Sorry it took so long. Please stay with this story! I really like the way this story is roll'n out. Here's one of the good stuff chapters. Could you check out the song fic I wrote? It's already typed up! Enjoy! Read and Review!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters, and I do not own any of the Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Anger characters. I wish I owned Draco and Spike, but I don't. I also do not own any of the songs that are mentioned in this chapter except for one. Saucy, by the group Chocolate Covered Veelas belongs to me. Yes, I own that group, but I do not own the term or idea of veela. I also, do not own Edgar Allen Poe. But I do own a copy of his works! *sigh*
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The Music Room
Draco stood in front of his mirror, glaring at the small bruise that had formed on his cheek where Granger had slapped him. He lifted his wand and muttered a concealment charm while he pointed the tip of him wand at the bruise. The bruise immediately vanished.
He then, roughly, shook his hand through his white-blonde hair. He grabbed his bottle of 'Gerald's Quick Style Styling Gel' and squeezed a small amount into his palm. He quickly rubbed his hands together before running his hands through his hair. His hair looked mussed, but it now looked like an actual hairstyle with the gel holding different sized locks of hair at certain angles and in certain directions. He nodded his head in satisfaction and shrugged into his velvet-like robe.
He smirked and sauntered into his room. It was seven o'clock already. Since Draco knew Spike new who was and was not Draco, Draco would just turn up late. Just to smite them all. (A/N: Smite me, almighty smiter! Lol. Courtesy of Bruce Willis who was awesomely played by Jim Carrey in the fantastic movie, Bruce Almighty.)
Draco slowly put on his steel toe, leather boots and took his bittersweet time to relace them. When he finally stood, he looked at his Rolex watch. Ten after seven. He casually stood and exited the dungeons. It wasn't long before he halted before Spike and Fred's office in the east tower. He waited a moment before entering the room.
Granger sat in her chair, discussing something with Fred. Spike was standing behind Fred's chair. Fred lazily looked up.
"So good of you to join us, Draco," she drawled.
A crystalline chess set sat before her. She idly moved her queen forward.
"Checkmate," she added.
Spike scowled at his loss and looked up.
"Follow me," he barked and left the room.
Granger bid Fred goodbye and walked behind Spike. Draco rolled his eyes and followed them.
They passed by the statue of Cordelia 'Copper' Black the Vipertooth Handler. The statue was a young woman who belonged to the gothic age. The black statue was painted with black, intricate drawings surrounding her eyes, as if she wore a mask. A long scar ran from her eyebrow to the level of her upper lip. She had extremely short, black hair. Copper-colored streaks of hair added to her oddness. She sat on the back of a Peruvian Vipertooth. She had been the first individual to tame a creature of that particular species.
Copper winked at them as they passed. Hermione knew that the woman was an ancestor of Harry's late godfather. They continued down the corridor in silence. They stopped at a door with a black, music staff on the door.
Hermione and Draco both listened closer. The staff was humming and seemed to jiggle to its tune. The staff was humming a song from Beethoven.
"E flat," Spike whispered.
The door swung open to reveal a huge room. Huge, stained glass windows lined the wall. Paintings of landscapes and objects were placed between the magnificent window. The ceiling was enchanted to look like the sky outside. The floor seemed to be made of moss because it was green, soft, and cushiony. A grand piano and various instruments rested on the left side of the room. Cushions, poufs, and blankets were placed on a table that was hidden in a closet. There was a wall that was hidden by books; shelf to shelf, corner to corner. Tons of parchment and paints were organized on a table to their side.
Spike cleared his throat. "We found that the both of you have a taste for the fine arts. This room will only let you out when the grandfather clock strikes the tenth chime at ten o'clock," he explained, gesturing towards the majestic clock standing in a corner.
Draco smirked but Spike continued.
"It is impossible to change the time or destroy the clock. So don't try to speed its time. I will know if both of you are in or out of this room at all times," Spike added.
Hermione stepped into the room and Draco followed. Spike slammed the door shut behind them, and they heard the door give an audible click.
Hermione sighed and went to the book wall. She skimmed her finger over the spines of the books, stirring dust. Her finger stopped on a black book and she took it from its place. The books was titled The Works of Edger Allen Poe. She didn't know that the great poet had been a wizard.
Draco looked around the room and caught sight of a stereo system. The only reason he knew of this machine was because Spike had introduced it to him. He sauntered over to the obviously charmed object and opened the door beneath it. Rows and rows of organized cds lay there. There was classical, the 60's, the 70's, the 80's, heavy metal, punk rock, hip hop, pop, country, rap, and all of the wizard music. (The wizard music was somehow burnt onto cds.)
Draco smirked and pulled out a compact disc called '3 Days Grace.' He took the disc out and turned on the stereo. He idly put the cd in and turned the song to '(I Hate) Everything About You.'
Granger frowned and looked up when the song started.
"Malfoy, I'm reading" she stated in a slightly blunt, harsh voice.
Draco ignored her and yelled out the first line of the chorus.
"I HATE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU!"
"DRACO MALFOY YOU WILL MAKE ME SICK IF YOU SING THE NEXT LINE!" she yelled at the same time.
"Why would I?!?! I don't love you, and plus, you are Potty and Weasel's whore. Why would I want something contaminated and born filthy?" he yelled back over the loud music.
Granger rolled her eyes and put her book down. She got up and moved to his side where he hastily moved away. She began flipping through one of the sections and pulled out a cd titled 'Christina Aguilera: Stripped.' Moments later 'Fighter' blasted the room. Granger's eyes seemed to ignite with fire as she sang the chorus.
"Thanks for making me a fighter!" she sang.
Draco kept a cool face but his mind was swimming in a river of confusion. How could a mudblood have a comparable voice to his? An idea planted itself in his mind, and he didn't care if it was against all that he had grown to believe.
He smirked and replaced the cd with 'Linkin Park' and soon the piano solo filled the room.
Hermione watched him do a few rock star moves as he sang. "In the end, it doesn't even matter oh." he sang.
Hermione felt a competitive urge surge through her veins. In the terms of her head of house, it was time to 'let your hair down.' She put in 'Chocolate Covered Veelas' and turned the song to 'Saucy.' The song seemed to have a Latino flavor to it. He smirked at the obvious rhythm of the salsa. Using the bottom of her robe, she swished it around her legs like a can-can skirt as she fluidly moved forward and backward, rolling her hips to the beat as she went. She threw back her head after she spun, one hand in the air.
'Damn.' he thought. He placed a coy smirk on his lips and studied her.
"So you can dance solo. Anyone can do it, but can you dance with a partner whom you've never danced with before and still pull it off?" he asked in a criticizing voice.
Hermione arched an eyebrow and moved towards him "Course I can," she stated and grabbed his hands, making him put them on her waist.
She put her hands against his shoulders. She waited patiently for him to lead, wondering why the hell she was allowing him to touch her.
Draco moved forward and she immediately moved one leg back as he moved his forward. He moved his leg back and she did the same. They continued until Granger started rolling her hips in time with him, unconsciously brushing against him, and never looking at him. She gathered her robes around her thighs and swished them around as they danced. He moved his right arm around so that it supported her upper torso. He moved his other arm away. They momentarily stopped as Granger dipped backwards, and swung her torso upside down in a counterclockwise motion before returning to him in an upright position.
That simple action seemed to have passed in slow motion. He got a wonderful view of her chest and cleavage that was usually hidden behind her diamond cut, black blouse. Her hair appeared disheveled when she returned to him.
"Uh, Malfoy? You can let me go now," Granger said.
Draco snapped back to reality and blinked. He quickly let go of her and turned off the machine. Granger frowned.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
Draco narrowed his gaze on her flushed face. "Just dandy, Granger. Sod off, I don't want to see your filthy appearance," he snapped and sat down against a wall at the opposite side of the room.
He had grabbed a notebook and a pen, which lay on top of the piano, as he had walked by.
Hermione sighed and walked over to the closet. She pulled out some poufs and threw one to Malfoy. Malfoy glared at her but seemed to accept the cushion. Hermione took her poufs and set them on the floor before laying down to rest on them. She picked up her book and began to read.
Draco stared at the anime style picture of Granger that he had drawn. She lay on the earth, not far from a lake, her hair fanning out around her head, her white gown loose and flowing around her body. The trees around her were on fire, the flames licking the sky. It was everything he thought of her.
The image of the lake represented her ancient spirit. The fire represented her inferno-like rage. The forest represented her nature. The way her hair lay symbolized her wildness. The white gown symbolized her purity. The image of her beauty on the floor of the earth represented her filthiness.
And yet. when he was close to her. her scent was intoxicating. Her skin was a smooth as porcelain. Her complexion was flawless and lightly tanned. She was the purist thing he had ever laid eyes on.
Upon looking at his hands, he noticed that ink was smeared on his hands. Hell, he was currently filthier than she was.
He dismissed his thoughts as insanity do to remaining in Granger's presence for too long. He looked up to see Granger sleeping peacefully. He put down the notebook and pen and walked over to her. The clock started to chime. On the tenth chime, the door swung open. He slowly touched her cheek with his thumb and let it linger for a moment, finding fascination with its smoothness. He hastily disappeared when he saw her first signs of awakening.
Hermione awoke, feeling someone's soft touch, but when she opened her eyes no one was there. She sat up and put her book away. She put the poufs away and went over to get Malfoy's pouf so that she could put it away, but she saw a notebook out of the corner of her eye. She frowned in curiosity and picked it up. She observed the beautiful picture and looked at the title. -'Filthy Beauty of the Earth.' By Draco Malfoy, Inspired by Hermione Granger- She dropped the notebook in shock and fled.
'Draco Malfoy thinks I'm beautiful.'
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Did you like it? Did you like it? Did you like it? Did you like it? Did you like it? Lol. I hope you did! Read and Review!
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