Dramione Chapter 13: Lust, a harry potter fanfic

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Dramione

By: xKtynx

Hermione slapped Draco's face and there was no response. She shrieked in frustration and started move him off of her, she didn't want him around after what ever had gotten him…. Well, had gotten him.

As she slid him off of her, her hand brushed his right thigh, and suddenly his eyes snapped open. They were red, rimmed with silver, or maybe it was grey. Hermione didn't stay still long enough to find out, and there was a reason.

Harry and Ron sat in the empty potions classroom, looking around for ANY clues. Naturally they had taken it upon themselves to get Hermione back. Ron had been VERY persistent.

Ron moved over to the seat Hermione had last been seen in. He bent down and looked under the table.

"Erm, well maybe there's a trap door in here…" He paused for a moment. "I knew it! Snape must've had something to do with this! He's been a shifty character ever since our first year! Harry, you agree with me, right?" Ron's face was strained; he felt that what happened to Hermione had been his fault. "Right, Harry?"

Harry smiled sadly. "Ron, if Hermione was here, what would she say about that?" He asked, joining him at Hermione's vacant chair.

Ron frowned. "Well, she'd probably say that it's just me… And then she'd point out all the things Snape has done to help you and Dumbledore…"

Harry nodded as realization spread across Ron's face. "Exactly, so she probably wouldn't want us wasting time accusing Snape, would she?"

Ron's frown deepened. "I supposed you're right. C'mon, let's go, we're late for dinner…" And with that they stalked out of the classroom.

Draco, or whoever it was in there, advanced toward Hermione. She shivered and backed away. She was scared, yes, but more than anything that scared her was the unmistakable lust on his face.

"Draco?" She questioned timidly. "Is that you in there?" Even in her head, that sounded lame.

Draco was moving towards her, very seductively, like a snake moving in for it's prey.

"Draco? Can you answer me?" This was getting a little too creepy for her comfort.

Suddenly Draco's head jerked, and he fell limp to the floor. Hermione gasped and moved forward. When he showed no signs of movement, she rushed in on him and lifted his head, checking his neck for a pulse.

She let out a breath of relief when she felt his pulse.

'Better alive then dead…'

She stood up, leaving Draco on the floor. He had said he didn't want her help, and if he didn't want it, she wasn't going to give it.

Hermione started to walk away. She lifted her right foot to head up the stairs when something grabbed it.

She twisted her head around instantly, and she found Draco standing not two inches in front of her. She gasped.

"D-d-draco, are you ok?" She asked. Then she suddenly got a glimpse of his eyes.

He grinned. "I'm baaaaack."

Ron stared at his shiny golden and, surprisingly, empty plate. He had discovered that if you stared at it long enough, you go cross eyed.

Harry was chatting idly with Ginny. She seemed to be going on forever about some guy named Will. The only thing he could do to keep himself from falling asleep at the table was to nod, frown and make comforting comments every now and then.

Ron tapped his shoulder.

"You tell him." Harry muttered.

"Huh?" Ron asked, frowning. "Tell who what?"

Harry seemed to enter reality again, although very slowly.

"Oh sorry…" He lowered his voice. "Ginny is getting a little carried away with her complaining…" He muttered.

Ron rolled his eyes. "Tell me about it. Try living with her."

Ginny heard him this time, and she glared at the too. Ron grinned at Harry, and they both laughed.

Hermione's breath caught in her throat. She seemed to be frozen. Draco, or whatever, was circling her very much like he had done their first night back.

She started to shift to the right, a little out of his way.

"Ah ah ah…" He muttered, shaking a finger at her. He seemed as if he was taking in every detail on Hermione's body, like his life depended on it.

Apparently, even though Hermione suspected the thing in Draco's body WASN'T Draco, he, or it, still had complete control over her. In this situation she had a feeling it wasn't a good thing.

"What are you going to make me do?" She asked, blinking back tears. Her eyes always watered when she was scared, but she didn't want Draco seeing her cry, weather it was him or not.

He grinned, evily. "I'm not going to MAKE you do anything…" He stopped circling her and moved in closer to her. He was right in front of her again.

He breathed up from her breasts to her cheek. He paused and slowly licked up her cheek.

Hermione shuddered again, but she wasn't sure it was from fear. He laughed softly in her ear, slowly making his way back down his original path.

"Stop it…" Hermione breathed. He obviously ignored her.

He brushed his lips past hers twice, and the third time, he captured them is rough kiss.

At first Hermione struggled against him, but in the end she gave in to the tightening in her lower abdomen.

She had no idea how to kiss, but Draco sure knew how to. He was all the lead she needed.

In the middle of their passionate "session", Draco went limp in her arms. She had a feeling that the thing that had taken Draco over was a parasite of lust.

She bent down to wake him, but she suddenly had no idea if Draco had been "conscious" while "it" had taken him over.