DISCLAIMER ~ Not mine. Dammit.
THANKS TO ~ Lux-soap, Bulma Greenleaf, pyrope and bombshell.
NOTE ~ Again this is not a detention day. I am delaying detention days because there is explaining to do.
EXTRA NOTE ~ I am sorry that I have taken so long to update, my mind has been busy with my other story and my first LOTR fic, which I will start writing when My Blazing Love For You is done. I'll post details about that with the last chapter, just in case you're interested.
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Chapter Ten ~ The Aloe Vera Man
Hermione lay asleep in her large, four-poster bed. The dark spiralled oak of the posts made a beautiful contrast with the deep crimson of the thick, embroidered curtains. Bright golden sunlight streamed in through a tiny crack where she had not pulled the curtains close enough together. This light cut across her face, and she woke up.
She had not dreamt that night; she never did when she went to her bed feeling so tired that she was almost asleep before she had even climbed in. The day before had been highly eventful. She had got up at the crack of dawn to discover that she had to dive to the bottom of the lake with Draco Malfoy, in the form of a mermaid. Then she had, to her surprise and wonder, shared a dish of piping hot passion with the Slytherin, and both had licked the plate until it was spotless. She never would have believed that Draco Malfoy could ever display that kind of tenderness and fiery desire at the same time. And on top of all of that she had completed a considerable amount of homework before going to bed.
The morning brought Hermione bliss. She sat up, stretching like a cat, the warm and heavy covers slipping off her. She looked at her watch, which she had forgotten to take off. Ten thirty. Bloody hell. She slowly pulled back the curtains; the glorious sun enveloped her in warmth through the large window. Hermione gazed about. All of her roommates had gone to breakfast, and she was glad. She looked down at herself.
'Thongs,' she muttered, 'Pyjamas. Same thing.'
She clambered with some difficulty out of her bed and strode to her wardrobe to fetch her dressing gown. She pulled open the carved door and halted as she saw herself in the tall mirror in the door. She smiled at the hickey on her neck and leant over to her side and huffed.
'More rolls than a bakery. What the hell does that boy like about my body?'
Dismissing her doubts Hermione pulled on her dressing gown. It was made of black silk and reached to the floor. (AN: I have one of those! But it's white.) She closed the door after collecting a large fluffy bath sheet and headed to the bathroom.
When inside, Hermione placed an unbreakable locking charm on the door before ridding herself of the few garments that she wore. Within the bathroom there was another door, leading into a larger room with one of those big prefects' baths. After a few fights due to house rivalry the teachers had decided it would be best if the houses had their own prefects bathrooms within the confines of the common rooms. There was a different boys' bathroom and girls' bathrooms for the fifth, sixth and seventh years. Hermione was the only female prefect of the Gryffindor sixth years so she had this huge, circular bath all to herself.
Steeping into the empty bath, which was only about five feet deep at the edges, Hermione turned on all of the taps around the edges. Soon enough it was filled to the brim with a wide variety of bubbles and scents. Hermione swam to the centre of the bath, where it was the deepest, and clambered up onto her favourite type of bubbles, the really stiff ones that she could sit on, with the strong smell of freshly cut roses. She climbed onto them and laid back, staring at the ceiling that had been classically painted like the sky with cupids, angels and winged horses free-wheeling among the clouds. Then Hermione quickly remembered to cover her vitals up with bubbles; it was known that some boys like to fly up to the windows on their broomsticks and watch the girls bathing and showering.
When she had efficiently covered herself Hermione laid back again and closed her eyes, pulling up the fresh and fond memory of the day before.
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Hermione and Draco surfaced, both with their arms full of the orange waterweed. No one was on the grounds. They swam to the edges of the lake and disposed of the watery plant next to their piles of clothes. Draco turned back to Hermione and grinned wolfishly. He pulled her up onto the bank with him, their slick torsos and tails sliding together as one, and he lay upon her.
'Just like the other day,' he murmured huskily, pressing his chest to her breasts. Hermione sighed deeply, savouring the sensation of his weight on top of her. He looked up and hissed a sinful curse.
'Bloody heck, it's Snape and McGonnagal!'
Hermione twisted around and looked up. In the distance she could see the two professors making their way to the lake. Both the Slytherin and Gryffindor scrambled to don their shirts once again, and both had only just buttoned up their last buttons as the older witch and wizard came to a halt on the edges.
'I'm glad to see that you have retrieved a considerable amount of this waterweed!' said McGonnagal. Snape remained silent, a sneer playing on his lips.
'Now,' said Professor McGonnagal in a faltering voice. 'I need to return you to your original bodies.'
Draco and Hermione looked at each other, wondering why the teacher seemed so nervous.
'I understand that when you *do* return to yourselves you will be. half- naked.'
Hermione's eyes widened.
'But,' she hurriedly continued, 'I have come up with a small plan. Slightly far-fetched but it *will* work!'
She beckoned for the two students to come up onto the shore. She then pulled out her wand and muttered another one of her unheard-of spells and Draco and Hermione immediately shrank to size of a normal fish. Hermione shrieked in shock, Draco backed away from the large worm next to him.
'This is a rather *odd* pan, I know, but it will all right. Professor Snape? May I have the bag?'
Snape nodded and handed McGonnalgal a large bag that he had bee holding behind his back. A dim sloshing was heard as he passed it over. McGonnagal opened the bag and inside it was filled with water.
'What the?' exclaimed Draco as he craned his neck to see inside.
'I *did* say it was an odd plan Mr Malfoy.'
Using her wand she levitated the small merpeople and put them into the bag. Draco and Hermione swam about abit in the small space and looked up as McGonnagal clipped the bag shut. Suddenly the water began to churn as though there were large and powerful waves rolling through it. McGonnagal was taking them somewhere.
About ten minutes later the bag was opened once again and Draco felt himself lift up and out of the water by some other force. They were in one of the old prefect bathrooms, and the large Roman style bath was filled with clear water, no bubbles, no soap. The levitation charm was lifted and he dropped into the water with a small splash. He swam to the surface and stared up at the two professors. Snape spoke.
'Professor McGonnagal will perform the charm that will return you to your former body and size. There are towels and clean clothes for you over there on the bench. You may wish to have a proper bath before you get dressed again.'
And with that McGonnagal made her magic and the teachers hurried out before the transformation was complete. Hermione had listened to all off this from the water-filled bag and found that the same happened to her, in the girls' bath through another door. She did decide to have a quick bath, and turned on a random tap which immediately spewed a frothing blue liquid that smelt like coconuts. She scrubbed her body down and quickly washed her hair (and 'to wash ones hair quickly' in Hermione's language meant 'washing ones hair in half an hour').
When she had finished she clambered out, dried herself with the soft towels provided and her hair (for which she used magic) and put on the clothes that had been laid out for her. She walked out into the tiny room that separated the girls' and boys' baths and sat on one of the benches there. She had a question for Draco.
At last Draco immerged, his fingers all wrinkly and his nose shining. He had obviously decided to take a longer bath, and he smelt of Aloe Vera (which made Hermione smile). The misery had also returned to his thin, pale face. Hermione came to the conclusion that without company, Draco was very vulnerable to attacks of depression about his father's death. Draco saw Hermione.
'How long have you been sitting there?'
Hermione didn't answer with what he wanted to hear.
'Why did you kiss me?'
'Why did *you* kiss me?'
'You started it.'
Draco sighed deeply and sat on the bench opposite her.
'I'm not very good at explaining. . .'
He paused and blushed.
'I can only explain things using metaphors and stuff like that.'
Hermione blinked. She never knew that.
'Well if it makes sense,' she said, 'then explain.'
'It's like,' Draco began, trying to find something that would make sense. 'It's like a rock at the top of a hill, my emotions that is, and this rock just keeps getting bigger and bigger with all my pent up feelings, and then one day it gets so big and heavy that it will roll down the hill and smash at the bottom, and that would be me letting out all my emotions. . .'
Hermione nodded. She understood it so far. Draco took a breath and ploughed on.
'It could roll any direction down the hill and carry on down any path before it smashes up. It just so happens that it rolled down the path of passion. And you were the only female I could face with some sort of ease so I just - I just -'
'You just used me.'
'Yes! I mean no - I mean - oh god. . .'
Hermione stood up angrily, as did Draco.
'Well what did you expect?' he cried. 'I'm a Malfoy! I was brought up to *breed* with pretty girls not to *love* them -'
Hermione snarled.
'So you thought you were going to breed with me? Is that it? Like an animal?'
'NO!' he shouted, his voice echoing around the small room. 'I JUST NEEDED TO LET IT OUT!'
'AND TO USE ME IN THE PROCESS!'
A dark, menacing shadow crept over his face, and for a split second Hermione was scared; she had *never* seen him look so furious.
'YOU STUPID MUDBLOOD!' he bellowed. 'I USED YOU! AND I KNOW YOU WANTED IT!'
Hermione started in astonishment. For some odd reason his words stung her like the tip of a whip on her back. Her anger was immense and domineering, it crushed every other emotion in her body. She turned away as unwanted hot tears of shock and fury rolled down her flushing cheeks. Draco's insides squirmed. He never liked to make girls cry.
'Sorry,' he muttered, rather unconvincingly. 'You weren't supposed to cry.'
Hermione wiped the moisture away and turned her back to Draco, her shoulders shaking and her breath ragged.
'I said I was sorry!'
There was no response. It a huffy kind of manner Draco rolled his eyes and grabbed Hermione's arms, spinning her around to face him. He looked deep into her sparkling eyes.
'I. Am. Sorry.'
Hermione said nothing and feebly tried to push the boy away. He didn't let go but held on hard, pulling her closer, seemingly begging for her forgiveness. Hermione granted him his pardon and buried her face into the velvety crook of his neck. Draco responded by rubbing his face into her silky hair. She smelt like coconuts, he smelt like Aloe Vera. Once again the unexplainable and unfathomable passion returned, holding the unlikely pair in its strong and scorching grasp. They kissed and caressed, groped daringly and sucked on each other's necks. When they both pulled away they saw the large, purple love-bites that they had inflicted on the other. Hermione felt at peace again, and rolled her tongue at the soapy taste of Draco's neck. He seemed to be doing the same.
The bell for dinner rang, and the Gryffindor and Slytherin both looked at their watches with raised eyebrows. It had been a very long day and neither had eaten. With the confirmation at eye contact the embrace was broken and the boy and girl hurried out of the bathroom, both choosing different directions from the other. Hermione looked over her shoulder and saw Draco scurrying down some steps. He cursed as they changed direction. With a laugh she hastened herself away, pulling her collar up to hide her hickey.
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Hermione was suddenly dragged from her memories as a loud thud sounded on the door.
'Hermione, are you in there? I need to talk to you.'
She climbed out of the bath and wrapped a towel around herself. What the hell did Ron want now?
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AN ~ That was quite a long chapter! I think. . . Again, I am VERY sorry I took so long to update, you wouldn't believe how much homework seniors get. I had to do 4 pieces tonight! Anyways, tell me what you think, is he Dracoish enough for this sort of situation? Do think the real Draco (a little nicer perhaps) would act like that in this story? Just want some different opinions. Chapter 11 up ASAP.
THANKS TO ~ Lux-soap, Bulma Greenleaf, pyrope and bombshell.
NOTE ~ Again this is not a detention day. I am delaying detention days because there is explaining to do.
EXTRA NOTE ~ I am sorry that I have taken so long to update, my mind has been busy with my other story and my first LOTR fic, which I will start writing when My Blazing Love For You is done. I'll post details about that with the last chapter, just in case you're interested.
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Chapter Ten ~ The Aloe Vera Man
Hermione lay asleep in her large, four-poster bed. The dark spiralled oak of the posts made a beautiful contrast with the deep crimson of the thick, embroidered curtains. Bright golden sunlight streamed in through a tiny crack where she had not pulled the curtains close enough together. This light cut across her face, and she woke up.
She had not dreamt that night; she never did when she went to her bed feeling so tired that she was almost asleep before she had even climbed in. The day before had been highly eventful. She had got up at the crack of dawn to discover that she had to dive to the bottom of the lake with Draco Malfoy, in the form of a mermaid. Then she had, to her surprise and wonder, shared a dish of piping hot passion with the Slytherin, and both had licked the plate until it was spotless. She never would have believed that Draco Malfoy could ever display that kind of tenderness and fiery desire at the same time. And on top of all of that she had completed a considerable amount of homework before going to bed.
The morning brought Hermione bliss. She sat up, stretching like a cat, the warm and heavy covers slipping off her. She looked at her watch, which she had forgotten to take off. Ten thirty. Bloody hell. She slowly pulled back the curtains; the glorious sun enveloped her in warmth through the large window. Hermione gazed about. All of her roommates had gone to breakfast, and she was glad. She looked down at herself.
'Thongs,' she muttered, 'Pyjamas. Same thing.'
She clambered with some difficulty out of her bed and strode to her wardrobe to fetch her dressing gown. She pulled open the carved door and halted as she saw herself in the tall mirror in the door. She smiled at the hickey on her neck and leant over to her side and huffed.
'More rolls than a bakery. What the hell does that boy like about my body?'
Dismissing her doubts Hermione pulled on her dressing gown. It was made of black silk and reached to the floor. (AN: I have one of those! But it's white.) She closed the door after collecting a large fluffy bath sheet and headed to the bathroom.
When inside, Hermione placed an unbreakable locking charm on the door before ridding herself of the few garments that she wore. Within the bathroom there was another door, leading into a larger room with one of those big prefects' baths. After a few fights due to house rivalry the teachers had decided it would be best if the houses had their own prefects bathrooms within the confines of the common rooms. There was a different boys' bathroom and girls' bathrooms for the fifth, sixth and seventh years. Hermione was the only female prefect of the Gryffindor sixth years so she had this huge, circular bath all to herself.
Steeping into the empty bath, which was only about five feet deep at the edges, Hermione turned on all of the taps around the edges. Soon enough it was filled to the brim with a wide variety of bubbles and scents. Hermione swam to the centre of the bath, where it was the deepest, and clambered up onto her favourite type of bubbles, the really stiff ones that she could sit on, with the strong smell of freshly cut roses. She climbed onto them and laid back, staring at the ceiling that had been classically painted like the sky with cupids, angels and winged horses free-wheeling among the clouds. Then Hermione quickly remembered to cover her vitals up with bubbles; it was known that some boys like to fly up to the windows on their broomsticks and watch the girls bathing and showering.
When she had efficiently covered herself Hermione laid back again and closed her eyes, pulling up the fresh and fond memory of the day before.
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Hermione and Draco surfaced, both with their arms full of the orange waterweed. No one was on the grounds. They swam to the edges of the lake and disposed of the watery plant next to their piles of clothes. Draco turned back to Hermione and grinned wolfishly. He pulled her up onto the bank with him, their slick torsos and tails sliding together as one, and he lay upon her.
'Just like the other day,' he murmured huskily, pressing his chest to her breasts. Hermione sighed deeply, savouring the sensation of his weight on top of her. He looked up and hissed a sinful curse.
'Bloody heck, it's Snape and McGonnagal!'
Hermione twisted around and looked up. In the distance she could see the two professors making their way to the lake. Both the Slytherin and Gryffindor scrambled to don their shirts once again, and both had only just buttoned up their last buttons as the older witch and wizard came to a halt on the edges.
'I'm glad to see that you have retrieved a considerable amount of this waterweed!' said McGonnagal. Snape remained silent, a sneer playing on his lips.
'Now,' said Professor McGonnagal in a faltering voice. 'I need to return you to your original bodies.'
Draco and Hermione looked at each other, wondering why the teacher seemed so nervous.
'I understand that when you *do* return to yourselves you will be. half- naked.'
Hermione's eyes widened.
'But,' she hurriedly continued, 'I have come up with a small plan. Slightly far-fetched but it *will* work!'
She beckoned for the two students to come up onto the shore. She then pulled out her wand and muttered another one of her unheard-of spells and Draco and Hermione immediately shrank to size of a normal fish. Hermione shrieked in shock, Draco backed away from the large worm next to him.
'This is a rather *odd* pan, I know, but it will all right. Professor Snape? May I have the bag?'
Snape nodded and handed McGonnalgal a large bag that he had bee holding behind his back. A dim sloshing was heard as he passed it over. McGonnagal opened the bag and inside it was filled with water.
'What the?' exclaimed Draco as he craned his neck to see inside.
'I *did* say it was an odd plan Mr Malfoy.'
Using her wand she levitated the small merpeople and put them into the bag. Draco and Hermione swam about abit in the small space and looked up as McGonnagal clipped the bag shut. Suddenly the water began to churn as though there were large and powerful waves rolling through it. McGonnagal was taking them somewhere.
About ten minutes later the bag was opened once again and Draco felt himself lift up and out of the water by some other force. They were in one of the old prefect bathrooms, and the large Roman style bath was filled with clear water, no bubbles, no soap. The levitation charm was lifted and he dropped into the water with a small splash. He swam to the surface and stared up at the two professors. Snape spoke.
'Professor McGonnagal will perform the charm that will return you to your former body and size. There are towels and clean clothes for you over there on the bench. You may wish to have a proper bath before you get dressed again.'
And with that McGonnagal made her magic and the teachers hurried out before the transformation was complete. Hermione had listened to all off this from the water-filled bag and found that the same happened to her, in the girls' bath through another door. She did decide to have a quick bath, and turned on a random tap which immediately spewed a frothing blue liquid that smelt like coconuts. She scrubbed her body down and quickly washed her hair (and 'to wash ones hair quickly' in Hermione's language meant 'washing ones hair in half an hour').
When she had finished she clambered out, dried herself with the soft towels provided and her hair (for which she used magic) and put on the clothes that had been laid out for her. She walked out into the tiny room that separated the girls' and boys' baths and sat on one of the benches there. She had a question for Draco.
At last Draco immerged, his fingers all wrinkly and his nose shining. He had obviously decided to take a longer bath, and he smelt of Aloe Vera (which made Hermione smile). The misery had also returned to his thin, pale face. Hermione came to the conclusion that without company, Draco was very vulnerable to attacks of depression about his father's death. Draco saw Hermione.
'How long have you been sitting there?'
Hermione didn't answer with what he wanted to hear.
'Why did you kiss me?'
'Why did *you* kiss me?'
'You started it.'
Draco sighed deeply and sat on the bench opposite her.
'I'm not very good at explaining. . .'
He paused and blushed.
'I can only explain things using metaphors and stuff like that.'
Hermione blinked. She never knew that.
'Well if it makes sense,' she said, 'then explain.'
'It's like,' Draco began, trying to find something that would make sense. 'It's like a rock at the top of a hill, my emotions that is, and this rock just keeps getting bigger and bigger with all my pent up feelings, and then one day it gets so big and heavy that it will roll down the hill and smash at the bottom, and that would be me letting out all my emotions. . .'
Hermione nodded. She understood it so far. Draco took a breath and ploughed on.
'It could roll any direction down the hill and carry on down any path before it smashes up. It just so happens that it rolled down the path of passion. And you were the only female I could face with some sort of ease so I just - I just -'
'You just used me.'
'Yes! I mean no - I mean - oh god. . .'
Hermione stood up angrily, as did Draco.
'Well what did you expect?' he cried. 'I'm a Malfoy! I was brought up to *breed* with pretty girls not to *love* them -'
Hermione snarled.
'So you thought you were going to breed with me? Is that it? Like an animal?'
'NO!' he shouted, his voice echoing around the small room. 'I JUST NEEDED TO LET IT OUT!'
'AND TO USE ME IN THE PROCESS!'
A dark, menacing shadow crept over his face, and for a split second Hermione was scared; she had *never* seen him look so furious.
'YOU STUPID MUDBLOOD!' he bellowed. 'I USED YOU! AND I KNOW YOU WANTED IT!'
Hermione started in astonishment. For some odd reason his words stung her like the tip of a whip on her back. Her anger was immense and domineering, it crushed every other emotion in her body. She turned away as unwanted hot tears of shock and fury rolled down her flushing cheeks. Draco's insides squirmed. He never liked to make girls cry.
'Sorry,' he muttered, rather unconvincingly. 'You weren't supposed to cry.'
Hermione wiped the moisture away and turned her back to Draco, her shoulders shaking and her breath ragged.
'I said I was sorry!'
There was no response. It a huffy kind of manner Draco rolled his eyes and grabbed Hermione's arms, spinning her around to face him. He looked deep into her sparkling eyes.
'I. Am. Sorry.'
Hermione said nothing and feebly tried to push the boy away. He didn't let go but held on hard, pulling her closer, seemingly begging for her forgiveness. Hermione granted him his pardon and buried her face into the velvety crook of his neck. Draco responded by rubbing his face into her silky hair. She smelt like coconuts, he smelt like Aloe Vera. Once again the unexplainable and unfathomable passion returned, holding the unlikely pair in its strong and scorching grasp. They kissed and caressed, groped daringly and sucked on each other's necks. When they both pulled away they saw the large, purple love-bites that they had inflicted on the other. Hermione felt at peace again, and rolled her tongue at the soapy taste of Draco's neck. He seemed to be doing the same.
The bell for dinner rang, and the Gryffindor and Slytherin both looked at their watches with raised eyebrows. It had been a very long day and neither had eaten. With the confirmation at eye contact the embrace was broken and the boy and girl hurried out of the bathroom, both choosing different directions from the other. Hermione looked over her shoulder and saw Draco scurrying down some steps. He cursed as they changed direction. With a laugh she hastened herself away, pulling her collar up to hide her hickey.
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Hermione was suddenly dragged from her memories as a loud thud sounded on the door.
'Hermione, are you in there? I need to talk to you.'
She climbed out of the bath and wrapped a towel around herself. What the hell did Ron want now?
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AN ~ That was quite a long chapter! I think. . . Again, I am VERY sorry I took so long to update, you wouldn't believe how much homework seniors get. I had to do 4 pieces tonight! Anyways, tell me what you think, is he Dracoish enough for this sort of situation? Do think the real Draco (a little nicer perhaps) would act like that in this story? Just want some different opinions. Chapter 11 up ASAP.