Bonjour, ladies and jellybeans! Presenting Amour, inspired and deticated to my blunderful horny friend Sam. Please keep all arms, legs, and any other body parts (shudder) inside the vehicle at all times.
Title: Leather, Libraries and Lust (NAME CHANGED FROM AMOUR!)
Rating: R
Author: basium
Chapter: 1
WARNING This chapter, much like this whole story, contains R rated substinence. If you don't like it, please become friends with your Back button.
On with the R RATED show
As his soft hands caressed my body I marvelled at the beauty lying before me. His touch was so delicate, so precise, so intricate. He proceeded to trail soft kisses down my neck, and I moaned slightly into the darkness. This boy, this man, was like a god, working his magic touch all over me until I could scream his name no more. But I was yet to feel that moment, for he had better things to do before our connection.
I felt him move lower, his hands working with his lips now, making me feel something I had never felt before. The pleasure was almost unbearable – and it had only just begun. I whimpered; he had finally decided we should become one. Everything was so perfect, so surreal. A name escaped my lips softly, but almost animal-like…
"Miss Granger, if you please! I will not ask you again to pay attention. 10 points from Gryffindor."
Hermione's eyes snapped open. She had been caught sleeping in Potions again… How she would explain this one was a mystery. Shit shit shit. She lifted her head from her arms quickly and sat up so straight her back cracked.
"S-sorry, Professor," Hermione said, attempting to stifle a yawn. This was the third time in one week. She wouldn't be surprised if she were sent to Dumbledore's office this time.
"I think it best if you pay a visit to the Headmaster after class. Maybe he will be able to glue your eyes open," Snape said smoothly. Hermione groaned inwardly. This was not good.
Hermione sat for the rest of the class in complete silence. She only spoke when spoken to, and raised her hand at all possible moments. In other words, she was the worst form of a teacher's pet. And Malfoy noticed.
"Look at the Mudblood," he said, nudging Goyle next to him. "You'd think her arm would fall off eventually…"
Goyle grunted in response. "Ha, right Malfoy."
"Especially being that out of shape. I mean, it's not like she's doing anything else with those hands." Draco smirked across the room at the tired Gryffindor.
Class ended and Hermione trudged out of the Potions classroom, books in hand. Why oh why had she fallen asleep? She figured she got enough sleep… Thinking back to last night she realized she didn't get to bed until 3am working on her History paper. But three times in one week? And homework had been exceptionally light to boot! Hermione sighed as she arrived at the hidden staircase outside Dumbledore's office. He would definitely not be pleased with her.
Saying the password and stepping onto the staircase, a thought came into Hermione's head. That was one bloody good dream… She tried to remember it, but failed and mentally kicked herself. She had had a one-track mind lately also, and had been having several dreams of the sort. Was she ill? Was it from lack of… well, sex? Hermione was a virgin, so that theory was plausible… But why now? Why have these dreams now, as opposed to a month ago? Her thoughts were interrupted as Dumbledore opened his door and invited her in.
"Miss Granger, I have received several complaints from Professor Snape about your attention in class. Care to explain?"
"Well, there's nothing to explain really… I've just fallen asleep lately; over exhausted, I suppose," Hermione said lightly. Dumbledore watched her attentively as she spoke, clasping his hands together.
"I see. Could it possibly be from the several extra classes you are taking?" Dumbledore questioned. Shit! He thinks I can't handle them!
"Oh no, Sir. I am working quite well with my extra classes," Hermione said quickly. Dumbledore looked disbelieving, his hands tightening. Oh no…
"Well for your sake I would like you to pay a visit to Madam Pomfrey. Just a check-up, of course. We don't need our Head Girl falling asleep in class, now do we?" Dumbledore chuckled and moved towards the door. "I'll trust you'll see her right away, Hermione. Have a nice day."
Hermione nodded and left the Headmaster's office. Oh great she sighed inwardly. Now he thought she couldn't handle her Head Girl duties. That was all she needed, to be replaced by Lavender or Parvatti, or worse – Pansy Parkinson. But there was no chance of that, Hermione knew. With Malfoy as Head Boy, Dumbledore wouldn't think of appointing another Slytherin as Head Girl. But she was just being silly anyways; Dumbledore wouldn't replace her. She hoped.
Hermione turned the corner and headed for the Hospital Wing. Once there, she went inside and found that Madam Pomfrey had been contacted by Dumbledore and was waiting for her.
"Quick quick, dear. I've got better things to get to, I'm sure you understand," the nurse said, and brought Hermione to a bed next to a large curtain. From the other side came a low moan, and Hermione racked her brain to think of whom it sounded like. She recognized that pitiful moan right away, but couldn't place it.
Madam Pomfrey quickly checked Hermione over, and decided there was nothing physically wrong with her. "Let me just run a few more tests, just to be careful. I'm sure Dumbledore would want his Head Girl in peak condition." Hermione distinctly heard a snort from behind the curtain, but ignored it.
"Take this-" Pomfrey handed Hermione a cup of purple-green liquid- "just a simple test, and I'll be right back. Must check on things." With that she left the room.
The Gryffindor swished the liquid around in the paper cup and downed it quickly. It tasted awful, like old socks. Practically choking she lay down on the bed.
"Aw, is the little Mudblood not feeling well?" Hermione heard a voice say, and turning her head found that the curtain next to her had been pulled back. Sitting there, his face in the trademark smirk, was Draco Malfoy – not exactly her idea of a perfect neighbour.
"FYI – I'm feeling fine," Hermione snapped. She was not in the mood to put up with Malfoy at the moment.
"Oh, so its PMS then. Good to know. I don't want to get in the way of that in our common room."
"Malfoy-" Hermione was angry. Malfoy had caught her at a rather bad time, and wasn't making things any better.
"Yes?" he said, his voice dripping with false sweetness.
"If it weren't for the fact that I am quite comfortable laying here and that my head is about to explode, I would come over there and give you a taste of that oh-so-wonderful passionate hatred I feel for you right now."
Malfoy laughed. "I'd like to see that. I don't think you have the capability to be passionate in any form."
That was it. Malfoy had pushed her buttons. Hermione uncrossed her arms and sat up, ready to give the slime ball a piece of her mind, or her fist.
"Oh, have I upset you?" Malfoy said, laughing again.
"You only wish," Hermione said through clenched teeth.
Maybe it was stress; maybe it was hatred. But what possessed Hermione to lunge viscously at Malfoy was invisible to either of them. She ended up pouncing on him like a tiger in heat, grabbing for his neck to strangle him, all the while screaming throatily. The boy attempted to resist but it was no use; Hermione had a fire in her eyes that was not going out any time soon.
"Miss Granger! Really!" Madam Pomfrey hustled over to the fighting couple and attempted to pry them apart. Hermione let go of Malfoy's neck, leaving red marks. His face had turned slightly blue from lack of oxygen, and he was rubbing his sore neck.
"Madam Pomfrey! She bloody strangled me to death! That animal should be locked up!" Malfoy said alarmed. Madam Pomfrey glared at him and pulled the curtain closed. Hermione sat on her bead, breathing heavily.
"This is worse than I thought…" the nurse mumbled, making tsk tsk noises at Hermione.
"I-I- I couldn't help it; I-" Hermione stuttered, running a hand through her now-tousled hair.
"Quite alright, Miss Granger, quite alright. It's impossible to resist the symptoms." Hermione looked up at Madam Pomfrey.
"Symptoms?"
"Yes, dear. You have a simple stress-related illness, a syndrome really. Nothing life-threatening. However… I've never seen anyone lash out at such a velocity." Madam Pomfrey went quiet, obviously thinking. Hermione just sat there and took it all in. She was sick, but not really sick… Stressed.
"But Madam Pomfrey, I'm not stressed out; at least not at the moment."
"But you were before?"
Hermione thought. "Yes, very much so."
Madam Pomfrey patted the girl on the back. "In most cases it's like that. The calm after the storm seems to ignite the syndrome." She walked over to a counter, rummaged through several pill bottles, and came back with one. "Take one of these now, and one tonight. Then come see me before your lessons tomorrow. These should help."
Hermione nodded and took the pills. So she was just stressed… Nothing to worry about. She just needed some rest; some quiet time. Sighing again, she took the pill bottle and meant it to be put into her pocket, but her hand slipped and the pills fell onto the floor and rolled under Malfoy's curtain. Oh bugger.
Madam Pomfrey had disappeared again, so Hermione stood up and walked over to the curtain.
"Malfoy, give me back my pills please."
Silence.
"Malfoy! Pills, please!"
Silence.
Hermione folded her arms, her foot taping anxiously. She didn't need this.
From the other side of the curtain, Malfoy had seen her pills roll beside his bed. He picked them up, knowing what they were for, and decided to have a little fun. Grabbing his wand silently, he whispered a transfiguring spell and the pills turned from grey to bright pink. This should help her stress…
Back on the flip side of the curtain Hermione was becoming frustrated. She went to pull back the fabric, but it was pulled before her hand got there.
"Popping pills, now are we?" Malfoy said, shaking the bottle. "How do I know these are medicinal?"
"Oh stuff it, or you'll be getting a repeat performance. And I don't know about you, but I don't want to hear your girlish screeching again," Hermione said triumphantly, and opened the pill bottle, slipping a pink pill into her mouth. She gulped down some water from her side table, receiving a smirk from Malfoy.
"What are you smirking at now?" Hermione asked quizzically.
"No reason. I'll see you later, Mudblood. It's your turn for hall duty tonight. Have fun."
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