Characters: Hermione and Draco
Rating: R for toned down lemony goodness...if ya want the real thing, check out my webby ^_^
**DISCLAIMER** I do not own Harry Potter or any of the other characters. Nor do I own Hogwarts, etc etc. I only own this plot.
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Chapter IV - Desire In The Dungeon
Harry and Ron cast curious looks at Hermione and Neville as they arrived in class, flushed and gasping for breath. Luckily for them, Professor Binns was already absorbed in his lecture, and did not notice the two students sneaking in. Both of them tried to catch Hermione's eye, obviously curious as to why she was late, but Hermione ignored them, instead opening up her books and at once beginning to take notes on what the ghostly Professor was saying. They tried a few more times, but after being unsuccessful repeatedly, they gave up.
After class, however, they quickly caught up with her as she walked down the corridor.
"What happened?" Ron asked curiously. "Why were you late for class?"
"We ran into Malfoy," Neville said in discuss, coming up beside them. "He was torturing some poor first year and Hermione got mad enough to pull her wand on him."
"You did?" Harry asked. A grin spread across his face. "I wish that I had been there to see that - probably would have pulled my own on him."
Hermione shook her head. "Then you would have gotten into trouble too," she said with a sigh. "Professor McGonagall caught us..and now I have detention for two weeks, and lost twenty points for Gryffindor."
"Twenty points?" Ron cried. "But you didn't do anything wrong, what were you supposed to do, let Malfoy tease that poor kid?"
"Its because I pulled my wand," Hermione explained. "They just told us last night that magic isn't supposed to be directed towards other students, thats why McGonagall was so angry. But that's not the worst of it," she sighed. "I have to serve my detention WITH Malfoy."
At the shocked looks on her faces, Hermione sighed and then explained the whole story. Ron and Harry were angry when they realized that she was stuck with Draco every night for the next two weeks, and were all set to break her out or have one of the other girls from Gryffindor serve the detention for her.
Hermione rolled her eyes at this. "I don't even want to think about what would happen if the two of you tried to rescue me from detention," she said. "Listen, I'll be fine. I can handle Malfoy, even if he does piss me off."
Harry and Ron looked slightly surprised at Hermione's use of a swear word. They both knew that she found it "unrefined". They cast curious glances at each other, but Hermione didn't notice. She was too busy thinking about what was ahead of her.
Later that night, she fidgeted nervously as she waited in the Potions classroom. The air down in the dungeons felt damp and cold, and she was glad for her robes as she pulled them tighter around her. She looked up as she heard footsteps approach the class, and a few seconds later Malfoy stepped into the classroom. Unlike her, he had not worn his robes, and the top few buttons of his shirt were undone. Unwillingly she found her eyes lingering on the tan skin that was revealed where the shirt fell open, then she looked up when he spoke.
"Detention with a Mudblood," he said, sneering with disgust.
"I don't want to be here anymore than you do," she snapped. "This wouldn't have happened if you would just leave people alone," she added, glaring at him.
Before he could reply, there came the brisk tapping of footsteps and then Professor McGonagall stepped into the room. "Ah, good, you're both here - Mr Malfoy, Miss Granger," she said. "I spoke with Professor Snape and as a part of your punishment, he would like you to clean in here," McGonagall said, looking about the classroom.
Hermione groaned inwardly as she took in the mess around her. All of the desks and tables upon which they performed their work were covered with splotches and stains from the many potions that had been made on top of them. The floor was also dirty, covered with dust and various things that had been tracked in from the halls outside the classroom. Professor McGonagall waved her wand and muttered something, and a bucket and mop appeared on the floor in front of Draco, as well as some other cleaning supplies - muggle cleaning supplies, Hermione realized.
"You may use small charms to assist you," Professor McGonagall said sternly, fixing them both with her stare. "But the majority of the work is to be done by hand. This will take you at least a couple of nights, I am sure. After you have finished here, then we will find something else for you to do."
With that she handed the mop to Draco. "Get busy, Mr Malfoy," the Professor said, before exiting the classroom, leaving Draco and Hermione alone once more.
For a moment Draco stood and stared down at the mop in his hand in disbelief. The old witch expected him to mop the floor by hand? When he had magic that he could use? She must be crazy. He put the mop into the bucket, then looked up to see Granger crossing over the cleaning supplies, a frown on her face. He watched as she selected a couple, then moved over to one of the tables. She stared down at the splotches that covered the smooth wood, and he heard her sigh.
As he continued observing her, she unfastened her robes, then lay them across a desk nearby. Somehow she made the plain white blouse and black skirt that she was wearing look good. She rolled up the sleeves of her blouse, then poured out some of the cleaning solution she had grabbed onto the table. She sniffed it first, getting a slightly surprised look on her face as she did so. He looked over at the pile himself and saw that they were the kinds that the house elves of the school used when they had to clean something by hand. Enchanted with different fragrances, probably, he thought, glancing back at Granger as she headed back over towards the pile. She noticed him looking at her.
"What are you staring at?" she asked. "Never used a mop before, Malfoy?"
He glanced down at the mop that he still held in his hand. He hadn't used one before, actually. The house elves had always looked after the cleaning at home - his father had said that it was below a Malfoy to be seen cleaning. But there was no in hell that he was going to let some Mudblood, especially Granger, know that he didn't know how to do something as simple as mopping. He glared at her, to which she replied with a knowing smirk. As she walked back over to her table with a cloth in hand, he angrily jammed the mop into the water and then started spreading it around on the floor.
They worked in silence for a good while. Each was filled with vicious thoughts as to how the other was the cause of this situation in the first place.
Stupid bitch, Draco thought as he accidentally splashed dirty water all over his pants and looked up to see her smirking at him. If she hadn't interfered in him teaching that little first year brat a lesson, he wouldn't be in this dump cleaning up after Snape.
Hermione grinned to herself when she heard Draco mutter a curse under his breath and looked up to see that he had splashed the filthy water from the floor on his pants. Serves the bastard right, she thought. About time he realized that just because his Daddy was Lucius Malfoy, that didn't mean that he can do whatever the hell he wanted. She felt her angry rise as she remembered all the things that he had done to people during their years at Hogwarts - things that he had gotten away with half the time because Snape had happened to be nearby.
She scrubbed at the table angrily for a moment, using it to vent her frustrations, then looked down at the cloth in her hand with distate. It was covered in different colours of slime and powder that had been caked in layers upon the wooden surface. She walked over to get a new one, passing by where Draco was mopping as she did so. She hit a wet spot on the floor and skidded, struggling wildly for her balance. Unable to control her direction, she careened straight into Draco, who reflexively put up his arms to catch her as she crashed into his chest.
For a moment they both froze. The tip of Hermione's nose was just grazing the fabric of his shirt, and she was distinctly aware of the heat of his hands where they were holding onto her arms. Her hands, which she had reflexively put out to break her fall, were now splayed across the broad expanse of his chest. She could feel the warmth of his skin through the shirt on her palms, and she inhaled a shaky breath,
"Bloody hell," Draco muttered, pushing her back from him, finally breaking the contact. He glared at her for a moment, trying to ignore the gut reaction he had had when she came slamming into him. She had just spent an hour cleaning a dungeon, how the hell did she manage to smell so good? Or look so good? Although she had one small smudge on her cheek and another one on her blouse, the rest of her looked flawless.
"Why can't you watch where you're going, Granger?" he snapped at her.
She glared up at him, her eyes flashing. "If you did a better job of cleaning up after yourself, I wouldn't have slipped!" she retorted.
"Maybe if you weren't always sticking that nose of yours in the air, then you'd have seen that there was water on the floor!" he said.
For a moment they glared at each other. Hermione had two spots of colour high on her cheeks, but the rest of her face was pale with anger. Draco's anger wasn't highly visible on his face, but his blue eyes were cold, and his lips were pressed together. Then he muttered something unintelligible to himself, then reached out. Before Hermione knew what was happening, he had seized her and pulled her close, covering her lips with his.
Hermione immediately froze, but that didn't deter Draco. She would have thought that he would give hard kisses, but he was surprisingly gentle. Then she lost track of her thoughts as his lips moved over hers slowly and hungrily. He nipped at her bottom lip slightly, and when she parted her lips in surprise, his tongue slipped through to touch hers, circling the tip and then sliding along to probe deeper in her mouth. She tentatively responded, allowing her lips to move against his as a shiver raced up her spine.
Then the realization of what she was doing came to her and she jerked back suddenly. Draco straightened up and they both stared at each other, each breathing fast. Hermione stared at him, eyes wide, then turning on her heel she grabbed her robes and fled from the dungeon, leaving Draco behind her, looking rather surprised.
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A/N: Hehehehe. I know, I know that I keep you hanging...but this is a good place to break for the next chapter, and you have to admit that I'm updating extremely quickly!! As I said, things heat up in the next chapter, so please read, review and enjoy the anticipation.
Rating: R for toned down lemony goodness...if ya want the real thing, check out my webby ^_^
**DISCLAIMER** I do not own Harry Potter or any of the other characters. Nor do I own Hogwarts, etc etc. I only own this plot.
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Chapter IV - Desire In The Dungeon
Harry and Ron cast curious looks at Hermione and Neville as they arrived in class, flushed and gasping for breath. Luckily for them, Professor Binns was already absorbed in his lecture, and did not notice the two students sneaking in. Both of them tried to catch Hermione's eye, obviously curious as to why she was late, but Hermione ignored them, instead opening up her books and at once beginning to take notes on what the ghostly Professor was saying. They tried a few more times, but after being unsuccessful repeatedly, they gave up.
After class, however, they quickly caught up with her as she walked down the corridor.
"What happened?" Ron asked curiously. "Why were you late for class?"
"We ran into Malfoy," Neville said in discuss, coming up beside them. "He was torturing some poor first year and Hermione got mad enough to pull her wand on him."
"You did?" Harry asked. A grin spread across his face. "I wish that I had been there to see that - probably would have pulled my own on him."
Hermione shook her head. "Then you would have gotten into trouble too," she said with a sigh. "Professor McGonagall caught us..and now I have detention for two weeks, and lost twenty points for Gryffindor."
"Twenty points?" Ron cried. "But you didn't do anything wrong, what were you supposed to do, let Malfoy tease that poor kid?"
"Its because I pulled my wand," Hermione explained. "They just told us last night that magic isn't supposed to be directed towards other students, thats why McGonagall was so angry. But that's not the worst of it," she sighed. "I have to serve my detention WITH Malfoy."
At the shocked looks on her faces, Hermione sighed and then explained the whole story. Ron and Harry were angry when they realized that she was stuck with Draco every night for the next two weeks, and were all set to break her out or have one of the other girls from Gryffindor serve the detention for her.
Hermione rolled her eyes at this. "I don't even want to think about what would happen if the two of you tried to rescue me from detention," she said. "Listen, I'll be fine. I can handle Malfoy, even if he does piss me off."
Harry and Ron looked slightly surprised at Hermione's use of a swear word. They both knew that she found it "unrefined". They cast curious glances at each other, but Hermione didn't notice. She was too busy thinking about what was ahead of her.
Later that night, she fidgeted nervously as she waited in the Potions classroom. The air down in the dungeons felt damp and cold, and she was glad for her robes as she pulled them tighter around her. She looked up as she heard footsteps approach the class, and a few seconds later Malfoy stepped into the classroom. Unlike her, he had not worn his robes, and the top few buttons of his shirt were undone. Unwillingly she found her eyes lingering on the tan skin that was revealed where the shirt fell open, then she looked up when he spoke.
"Detention with a Mudblood," he said, sneering with disgust.
"I don't want to be here anymore than you do," she snapped. "This wouldn't have happened if you would just leave people alone," she added, glaring at him.
Before he could reply, there came the brisk tapping of footsteps and then Professor McGonagall stepped into the room. "Ah, good, you're both here - Mr Malfoy, Miss Granger," she said. "I spoke with Professor Snape and as a part of your punishment, he would like you to clean in here," McGonagall said, looking about the classroom.
Hermione groaned inwardly as she took in the mess around her. All of the desks and tables upon which they performed their work were covered with splotches and stains from the many potions that had been made on top of them. The floor was also dirty, covered with dust and various things that had been tracked in from the halls outside the classroom. Professor McGonagall waved her wand and muttered something, and a bucket and mop appeared on the floor in front of Draco, as well as some other cleaning supplies - muggle cleaning supplies, Hermione realized.
"You may use small charms to assist you," Professor McGonagall said sternly, fixing them both with her stare. "But the majority of the work is to be done by hand. This will take you at least a couple of nights, I am sure. After you have finished here, then we will find something else for you to do."
With that she handed the mop to Draco. "Get busy, Mr Malfoy," the Professor said, before exiting the classroom, leaving Draco and Hermione alone once more.
For a moment Draco stood and stared down at the mop in his hand in disbelief. The old witch expected him to mop the floor by hand? When he had magic that he could use? She must be crazy. He put the mop into the bucket, then looked up to see Granger crossing over the cleaning supplies, a frown on her face. He watched as she selected a couple, then moved over to one of the tables. She stared down at the splotches that covered the smooth wood, and he heard her sigh.
As he continued observing her, she unfastened her robes, then lay them across a desk nearby. Somehow she made the plain white blouse and black skirt that she was wearing look good. She rolled up the sleeves of her blouse, then poured out some of the cleaning solution she had grabbed onto the table. She sniffed it first, getting a slightly surprised look on her face as she did so. He looked over at the pile himself and saw that they were the kinds that the house elves of the school used when they had to clean something by hand. Enchanted with different fragrances, probably, he thought, glancing back at Granger as she headed back over towards the pile. She noticed him looking at her.
"What are you staring at?" she asked. "Never used a mop before, Malfoy?"
He glanced down at the mop that he still held in his hand. He hadn't used one before, actually. The house elves had always looked after the cleaning at home - his father had said that it was below a Malfoy to be seen cleaning. But there was no in hell that he was going to let some Mudblood, especially Granger, know that he didn't know how to do something as simple as mopping. He glared at her, to which she replied with a knowing smirk. As she walked back over to her table with a cloth in hand, he angrily jammed the mop into the water and then started spreading it around on the floor.
They worked in silence for a good while. Each was filled with vicious thoughts as to how the other was the cause of this situation in the first place.
Stupid bitch, Draco thought as he accidentally splashed dirty water all over his pants and looked up to see her smirking at him. If she hadn't interfered in him teaching that little first year brat a lesson, he wouldn't be in this dump cleaning up after Snape.
Hermione grinned to herself when she heard Draco mutter a curse under his breath and looked up to see that he had splashed the filthy water from the floor on his pants. Serves the bastard right, she thought. About time he realized that just because his Daddy was Lucius Malfoy, that didn't mean that he can do whatever the hell he wanted. She felt her angry rise as she remembered all the things that he had done to people during their years at Hogwarts - things that he had gotten away with half the time because Snape had happened to be nearby.
She scrubbed at the table angrily for a moment, using it to vent her frustrations, then looked down at the cloth in her hand with distate. It was covered in different colours of slime and powder that had been caked in layers upon the wooden surface. She walked over to get a new one, passing by where Draco was mopping as she did so. She hit a wet spot on the floor and skidded, struggling wildly for her balance. Unable to control her direction, she careened straight into Draco, who reflexively put up his arms to catch her as she crashed into his chest.
For a moment they both froze. The tip of Hermione's nose was just grazing the fabric of his shirt, and she was distinctly aware of the heat of his hands where they were holding onto her arms. Her hands, which she had reflexively put out to break her fall, were now splayed across the broad expanse of his chest. She could feel the warmth of his skin through the shirt on her palms, and she inhaled a shaky breath,
"Bloody hell," Draco muttered, pushing her back from him, finally breaking the contact. He glared at her for a moment, trying to ignore the gut reaction he had had when she came slamming into him. She had just spent an hour cleaning a dungeon, how the hell did she manage to smell so good? Or look so good? Although she had one small smudge on her cheek and another one on her blouse, the rest of her looked flawless.
"Why can't you watch where you're going, Granger?" he snapped at her.
She glared up at him, her eyes flashing. "If you did a better job of cleaning up after yourself, I wouldn't have slipped!" she retorted.
"Maybe if you weren't always sticking that nose of yours in the air, then you'd have seen that there was water on the floor!" he said.
For a moment they glared at each other. Hermione had two spots of colour high on her cheeks, but the rest of her face was pale with anger. Draco's anger wasn't highly visible on his face, but his blue eyes were cold, and his lips were pressed together. Then he muttered something unintelligible to himself, then reached out. Before Hermione knew what was happening, he had seized her and pulled her close, covering her lips with his.
Hermione immediately froze, but that didn't deter Draco. She would have thought that he would give hard kisses, but he was surprisingly gentle. Then she lost track of her thoughts as his lips moved over hers slowly and hungrily. He nipped at her bottom lip slightly, and when she parted her lips in surprise, his tongue slipped through to touch hers, circling the tip and then sliding along to probe deeper in her mouth. She tentatively responded, allowing her lips to move against his as a shiver raced up her spine.
Then the realization of what she was doing came to her and she jerked back suddenly. Draco straightened up and they both stared at each other, each breathing fast. Hermione stared at him, eyes wide, then turning on her heel she grabbed her robes and fled from the dungeon, leaving Draco behind her, looking rather surprised.
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A/N: Hehehehe. I know, I know that I keep you hanging...but this is a good place to break for the next chapter, and you have to admit that I'm updating extremely quickly!! As I said, things heat up in the next chapter, so please read, review and enjoy the anticipation.