Bonjour, ladies and jellybeans! The second chapter has arrived. Hopefully it is up to your standards. If not... well... give it to me straight, doc.
Title: Leather, Libraries and Lust (NAME CHANGED FROM AMOUR!)
Rating: R
Author: basium
Chapter: 2
WARNING This chapter especially, 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.
Hermione left the hospital wing annoyed. Not only was she stuck with hall duty that night, but to top things off she was sick. She didn't feel the slightest bit ill; what if Madam Pomfrey had just been overreacting? Would these pills really help? But better to be safe than sorry, she reminded herself. She sighed as her mother's words came back to haunt her.
Finally arriving at the picture of the winged horse, Hermione said the password and went inside. She graciously flopped down on the nearest sofa, kicking off her shoes and attempting to relax. But apparently her head had other ideas. She was suddenly overcome with a massive, cranium-splitting headache, and keeled over onto her knees on the floor in pain.
Hermione felt her stomach lurch; she stumbled to her bathroom and leaned on the counter, her hand pressing against her aching head. What was happening to her? Weren't the pills supposed to help? The feeling in her stomach subsided quickly, and the Gryffindor sat down on the cold bathroom tile, leaning against the side of the tub. There was no way she would be able to patrol the halls that night with her head splitting open.
With her head in her hands she sat there for several more minutes, waiting for the pain to go away. She eventually heard movement in the common room; Malfoy must be back from the hospital wing. Hermione made a mental note to bother him about why he was in there in the first place. She got up and stumbled out of her bathroom and into the common room, ready for a battle with Malfoy about hall duty.
"Malfoy, I-" Hermione started, but stopped dead in her tracks.
Hermione had walked into the most awkward situation she could have ever imagined. There on the couch, incredibly half-naked and incredibly horizontal, was Malfoy on top of an equally naked Pansy Parkinson. He seemed to be groping her in an extremely interesting fashion, whilst making sure his tongue was half way down her throat.
"Augh! MALFOY!" Hermione said loudly, running back into the bathroom with her arm over her face.
The blonde Slytherin had stumbled into the common room, simultaneously snogging a quite drunk Pansy 5 minutes earlier. He didn't bother checking to see if the Head Girl had returned; she had probably headed to the library after her hospital visit.
His hands groped around Pansy's back, and they moved over to the couch, not breaking their kiss. Flopping down on the soft fabric, Pansy let out a small giggle and worked at pulling off Malfoy's robes and shirt.
"Too many clothes," Malfoy breathed, finally releasing Pansy's lips to remove the rest of his shirt and equally his partner's. He ran his hands through Pansy's dark hair, and started snogging her again, his hands moving further down on her body. Slipping his tongue into her mouth, he felt Pansy's breasts through her satin bra, and realized it would have to go. Moving his hand underneath her he undid the first clasp, but was painfully interrupted by a loud shriek followed by his name.
Both he and Pansy stopped abruptly, pausing for a moment. Malfoy then came to his senses and jumped off Pansy, grabbing for his shirt and running a hand through his hair quickly. Shit shit, double shit. Pansy got up with Malfoy, quickly covering herself up and doing up her bra. Malfoy had gotten up just in time to see a head of bushy hair swish out of the room, followed by a door slam.
"I thought you said she wasn't going to be here," snapped Pansy, fixing her hair and putting her robes back on.
"I didn't think she would be," Malfoy mumbled, his face red with anger and humiliation.
Pansy said nothing and left through the portrait hole, her robes swishing behind her.
Hermione slammed the bathroom door behind her as she attempted to get the image of Malfoy and Pansy out of her aching head. Augh… She didn't need Malfoy having sex in their common room, with Pansy to boot. But what was odd was that she felt slightly… turned on by the experience. AUGH!
Ignoring the vile thoughts in her head, she put her ear to the door, attempting to hear if Pansy had left or not. When all had gone silent she slowly went out into the common room, attempting to be quiet.
"She's gone, if you must know," Malfoy snapped as Hermione entered the room.
"Why couldn't you have gone into your own bedroom?" she replied, her voice getting louder.
"Well I didn't expect you to be here, Mudblood. I figured you had scampered off to the library, as usual."
Hermione was quiet. Her head was throbbing more than before, and she fell down into the chair behind her. "I won't be able to do the halls tonight."
"Well I'm not bloody doing them. It's your turn," Malfoy snapped, and he left the room.
Just great. Hermione didn't know what to do; her head was unbearable. She finally lay down on the couch, mentally apologizing to Dumbledore.
No no no… Why had she thought about the Malfoy/Pansy situation like that? Why had she felt turned on? Hermione gagged mentally and physically. It wasn't right. But why had she felt like that? She knew she felt nothing for Draco.
…
She knew she felt nothing for Malfoy, she corrected. Nothing nothing nothing. Or maybe…
No, it was too absurd. Draco Malfoy was a pompous spoiled prat whose only connection with her was to make her life a living hell. He despised Hermione, and she knew that. Why on earth did she suddenly have feelings for him then? She scoffed at that thought. Feelings my arse.
Hermione picked up a nearby pillow and screamed into it. The last time she had done such a thing was before she could remember. Things had begun to go downhill.
Malfoy had left the common room as fast as he could. The situation was extremely uncomfortable, with Granger standing there… He sighed and took off his damp shirt, throwing on the floor.
"Fucking Mudblood…" he mumbled, sitting down on his bed, his head in his hands. Why hadn't he just come into his room with Pansy? Why did they have to stay in the common room? He could have avoided the whole situation and had an amazing shag. But no. Bloody Granger and her bloody nosey self.
Malfoy's frown suddenly changed into a sly grin as he remembered what he did to her pills earlier that day. Little did Hermione know, the Slytherin boy had transfigured her pills into lust pills. Infatuation pills. Call it what you wish, the girl was going to be hopelessly devoting herself to some pathetic victim. Any time now… he thought to himself. Granger would be so head-over-heels with nothing to do about it. If only he could remember who her target was set to be…
As early as it was, Malfoy decided to go to bed. He was tired and exhausted, not to mention extremely sexually frustrated. Poor bloke hadn't had his nightly shag.
Morning came quickly for Hermione, who didn't get to sleep the previous night until very late, or very early. Yawning, she opened her eyes and saw a stream of sunlight pouring through her window. It was finally Friday. Thank Merlin.
She proceeded to stretch, but realized her right hand was already in a rather inconvenient location.
Gah!
Quickly pulling her hand out of her pyjama bottoms, she hurried out of bed and to her washroom. Turning on the shower quickly, Hermione attempted to think back to the previous night. She had fallen asleep in the common room… That was all she could remember. How did she get back to her room, to her bed?
Letting the warm water flow over her body, Hermione scrubbed herself as if to rid the vile thoughts that flooded her head. She was picturing Malfoy, in a compromising position… Scrub scrub... She scrubbed until her skin was red, then finally got out of the shower.
What was happening to her?
Waking up to find she had been unconsciously touching herself, thinking dirty and vile thoughts of her arch enemy, butterflies in her stomach… Hermione was starting to think she was going crazy. She dried herself off, wrapping the towel around her and going back into her room to dress herself.
She stopped abruptly when she realized that mentally she was checking for Malfoy's approval of her clothing. This has got to stop!
Malfoy awoke early, and ended up in the common room well before Hermione, still in his pyjamas. He figured she should be feeling the effects of the pills he had transfigured any moment. Sprawled out on the couch, he patiently awaited her arrival.
Hermione had finally dressed and was now attempting to fix her hair. Why was she suddenly worried about her appearance? She normally wouldn't care if her hair was bushy or not. What did it matter, anyway? But today she felt unexplainably picky, almost as if she were attempting to please someone. No… It can't be… Why would I want to please him?
Giving up on her brown, untamed curls, Hermione opened her door and ventured out into the common room.
Malfoy had situated himself now in a rather interesting position on the couch, looking incredibly inviting. Not that it would have any effect - he wouldn't be the poor sap who would be gushed over by the Mudblood.
He finally saw her emerge from her room, her back facing him, closing the door. Hermione turned around and upon seeing Malfoy let out a small "Eeep!" before hurrying back into her room.
Malfoy's eyebrows lowered. What was that all about?
Oh. My. God. I sure had fun last night! (I amsuch a review whore. It's quite sad.)
THANK YOU OHSO MUCH EVERYONE! I never expected to see this many reviews overnight. This is madness. This is like a second holiday!
HandsOff, psyonic-feral976, Paradise-Unknown, AcidFaery, zeusfluff, Jessica-McConacil, PentagonMerlin, yourGUN-myhead, kiaroxmysox, Kurama Luver 518092, Lylah Lupin, Jackie, Tina, HOPS, Strange and Happy, dracoslovemistress, XXXpinkkitty5467, Lumiere's Lover (Sammy!)
MWAH! gives giant kiss You are all awesome.
HandsOff - you may spank him after i'm done with him.
psyonic-feral976 - don't cry. hands tissue and more of story
Paradise-Unknown -ferret ass kicking. gotta love it. makes mental note I will definetely have that eventually.
Jessica-McConacil - woah! Thanks for reviewing Close To You... man, I haven't worked on that in ages. I'm really bad for leaving stories unattended... But Amour will be finished. Even if I die trying.
PentagonMerlin - good point about the pills. I thought about that, but then... Hermione never really opened the pills nor examined them closely when she got them, so she didn't really notice the colour change. Thanks for pointing that out, though.
Kurama Luver 518092 - ooo yes, who was she dreaming about? For the time being, it is a miscellaneous person that you may or may not find out who exactly he is. Good in bed, though.
Tina - lmao, I did have my orgasmic relief... After the shock of this many reviews, however. ;) The chapters will vary in length - this one being rather short. I appologize, but it's just the way it works out... I'll try to make the chapters wholesome though. Small but mighty.
dracoslovemistress - Yes! Us horny ladies sake! You have joined the ranks of the Horny Ladies United. Feel important. (There's gonna be another scene like the first one eventually. Hopefully better.)
Lumiere's Lover - Yes, Sam - it's here! Lmao. Hope it's up to your liking. More to come!
There you have it, ladies and gents. Thanks again for the awesome reviews. Keep em coming, I need some more lovin!