Provacative
Chapter 1: Larceny
Disclaimer: We all know I don't own any Harry Potter Characters. I do however own Kira!
A/N: Some of the time frames mentioned are slightly askew.
Hermione sat in potions, totally motionless. Snape was having the time of his life because Hermione hadn't said two words and the class was almost over. He was able to take tons of points from Gryffindor for not answering correctly. Then he took more points from them for grumbling, mostly at Hermione.
But it was like she didn't even hear them. She just sat, watching Snape intently. Her steady gaze on him was a bit disconcerting, but he was having too much fun to take much notice.
Hermione could hear the Slytherins whispering and giggling about her, making outrageous accusations like she had performed some spell terribly wrong and it had caused her tongue to fall out. Or that she was pissed at Harry for cheating on her, or even worse, she was mad at Harry for cheating on her with Ron! She wasn't even dating anyone. She'd never gone out with Harry.
Totally ridiculous. Hermione just rolled her eyes. This was the stupidest stuff in the world. She was a bit disappointed in the Slytherins. She thought they could come up with something a bit more believable. She noticed that while the whole of Slytherin was cracking up, neither Blaise nor Draco said anything. They laughed at a few of the jokes, but they didn't make any themselves. So far Pansy and Selene were in the lead for the most jokes, tying at 14. After that was Goyle with 12, all incredibly dumb, and then Marcus with 8.
That's 26…34 jokes about me. Hermione didn't really care about how many jokes they were making. She just automatically counted and added the numbers. It was kind of an obsessive thing. Almost like OCD.
She glanced at her watch. Seven minutes. Thank the good Lord. I'm bored out of my mind! She closed her eyes and slid down in her desk. Opening her eyes a crack, she saw Ron and Harry staring at her. She raised an eyebrow at them and they raised one in return. She just closed her eyes again. She centered her breathing and focused on her surroundings. If she really concentrated she could hear the mice scurrying in the ceiling. It sounded like there were about 5. A family maybe? Hermione started to think about her family. A broken group of people who lied to her for her whole life.
When Snape dismissed them, she sat in her desk until the crowd had thinned a bit. Draco was still gathering his things, in a very unhurried fashion and Blaise was waiting for him at the door. She observed Blaise for the whole 7 seconds it took to reach the exit. As she left she gave him a little wink. He looked taken aback for half a second, and then he was composed and stony again. He glanced at Draco to check if he'd seen the wink. When he turned back, Hermione was gone.
I can' t believe I just did that! Hermione though with admiration of herself. But then she started to worry that Blaise would start saying stuff about her and she instantly regretted what she'd done. She was making herself nauseous with all her nervous thoughts.
Hermione took the long, lonely route back to her rooms. She thought about all the crap people were saying then smiled to herself. If so many people were talking shit, then she must be rather popular.
Yup, I know everyone wants to get with this! Sigh, yeah right…Then she imagined a world where she was sexy and knew the perfect thing to say at any moment, where she could get any guy she wanted and where everyone wanted to be friends with her. Yeah, it's a bit conceited, but it's just a daydream right? Everyone has to have a dream, no matter how tiny or pointless.
Hermione was lost in her thoughts for some time. Eventually she realized that she had no idea where she was going. She was wandering mindlessly through the castle. She didn't even know what floor she was on. She decided to go up the next staircase she saw. It was a narrow stone one with no railings. They led to a small doorway that she had to duck her head to get through. She entered a small round room. There were many windows and a doorway leading outside. She followed the light streaming into the room, feeling slightly scared. Once outside she was puzzled. It appeared that she was in a tower, but she'd been in every tower of the castle and none of them looked like this. It was quite lovely, but she could only see the west and south sides of the castle. The tower seemed to be in the middle of the school.
Hmm…I'll have to investigate this. But I don't think I'll tell anyone about it just yet. It wasn't in Hogwarts: A History. Maybe it's in the school blue prints. Hermione wondered where she could find out more about this strange thing. She'd heard of invisble towers before, but those were only in fairy tales. So far no wizard had been powerful enough to keep something so big totally invisble.
After about ten minutes, Hermione decided it was time to go. Except she didn't know how to get to her room. She went back into the round room and looked around. She was searching for something, but she didn't know what. She stared at the walls and noticed something strange. Some of the bricks were shorter than the others. She walked closer to these shorter bricks and realized they made the outline of a door. Amazing!
She gently put her hand on what she expected to be cool brick, but to her great amazement and fear, her hand went straight through the wall. Quick as lightning she pulled her hand back. She stared at the door for another minute. What the hell is going on here?
She put her hand out again. Slowly her fingers sank into the wall. Again she pulled them out. She started trying spots all over the door to see if it was just that one spot that would do that, or if the whole door would. Soon she worked up the courage to put both hands in at the same time. They went through the door just like she had expected. She began to speculate on what was on the other side. She wondered if maybe there was a class on the other side. The thought made her laugh out loud as she envisioned children studiously paying attention and taking notes, then seeing this hand going in and out of the wall. She thought it'd be hilarious if they saw her whole head and before she knew what she was doing she was walking through the door. Oh my gosh, where am I?
She gasped and quickly backed up, praying with all her might that the weird portal hadn't closed up leaving her stuck in that dark hall.
Soon she was staring at the door again. This was insane! She had no idea what was going on, and started to wonder if someone was playing a trick on her. Whatever was going on, she decided that was enough experimenting for today and hurried out the door she came in, down the stairs, and out a random door at the bottom. She walked for a few meters before she began to recognize her surroundings and could make her way back to her room without getting too lost.
When she walked into her common area, Kira was chilling on her couch along with Ron and Harry. They were all laughing and talking and both boys were paying an awful lot of attention to Kira. Kira didn't seem to notice however. No, Kira doesn't ever seem to realize the effect she has on men. Hermione sighed and tried to push away her envy. At least she's not conceited.
"Hermione!" Kira jumped up and ran to Hermione. It was the first day of their 6th year; Hermione hadn't seen Kira for 3 or 4 weeks. She'd met Kira on her trip to Egypt with her mother at the beginning of summer. They'd become friends fast. As had their mothers, ensuring that they spent a lot of time together while in Cairo.
"Where have you been!" They all three yelled at Hermione simultaneously.
"You really DO love me!" she said dramatically. Kira laughed at her, but Ron and Harry just rolled their eyes.
"Seriously, 'mione, where you been? Class got out like 45 minutes ago." Ron walked over to her.
Hermione didn't want to tell them what really happened, but she didn't know if they'd believe any of her stories. Let's see, I got sick? No…I stopped in the library for a sec! But then, why couldn't they find me in there, because I KNOW they looked in there for me. Umm…they just didn't see me? Yeah…that's it! They didn't see me.
"I stopped in the library for a sec." Both Ron and Harry knew that when Hermione said "sec", it was more like half hour.
Crap! I don't have any books with me!
"Wow Hermione, I can't believe you didn't come back with enough books to keep you stocked for the whole year." Ron said, skepticism in his voice.
"Well, I would have, except after finding like 7 books, I remembered that I had practically my own personal library here, so I could just read these books, and when I finished these I could go to the library."
Kira was getting bored with this conversation. What Hermione did with every second of her life was not her concern, and she couldn't figure out why Ron seemed to be giving her the 3rd degree.
"Oh, well, you're back now, so you can go to dinner with us!" And with that Kira grabbed Hermione's arm and pulled her out into the hall. Hermione just laughed and let herself be dragged along by her fairly new friend.
Ron ran out yelling for them to wait up, and Harry just stood there with one eyebrow raised.
At dinner, Hermione told Kira all the stuff the Slytherins had said about her. Kira and her mother had been the ones that taught Hermione to hear the things that others didn't. They had said all she had to do was listen. Hermione was thankful for their guidance. She was going through a troubled time when she met them. She had known something was wrong the minute her mother told her that they were going to Egypt. When her father had died 4 years earlier her mother had taken her on a trip to Mexico. Hermione didn't know why her mother took them places when bad stuff happened, but she knew that she didn't really like trips because something bad always happened. This time they had left England so her mother could tell her that the father she'd been mourning for 4 years wasn't hers.
But she wouldn't even tell Hermione who her real father was! She spent the whole trip trying to get the name of her father and her mother had spent the whole trip pretending she didn't hear Hermione.
"Ugh! I've only been here one day and I already know why everyone hates Slytherin!" Kira was explaining. "They're so pigheaded." She said rather loudly, her voice laced with disdain.
Hermione smiled at her friend. Kira was so nice. She seemed to be the polar opposite of Hermione for the most part. She was so passionate and had an opinion about EVERYTHING, whereas Hermione was a bit on the apathetic side and honestly didn't care about a lot of things. She didn't used to be so apathetic, but it seemed like she'd built up a defense over the years.
"What's that the slut said?" she recognized Blaise's voice. The Slytherin table instantly went quiet, except for Malfoy who was chuckling at Blaise's comment. No one at Gryffindor had heard, but Kira and Hermione. Both turned slowly in their seats and glared at Blaise.
The black haired Slytherin just lifted his goblet towards them and continued to stare over the rim, his obsidian eyes glittering with the reflection of the contents in his glass. Malfoy gave a lopsided smile and winked at Hermione. Then both students went back to their meals as though nothing had happened, chattering politely to one another. The rest of the Slytherin table stared at them for some time after until Kira couldn't take it anymore and made a very rude gesture with her fingers.
Hermione, very calmly turned back around in her chair. She took a sip of juice and prepared herself for what would come next.
3,2,1…
And then the torrent of curses and remarks came pouring out of Kira's mouth. Hermione listened to her, nodding politely every now and then, agreeing with most of what Kira said. At the mention of Slytherin, Ron and Harry instantly entered the conversation, relishing every opportunity to bash on Slytherin.
Hermione's friends talked about Slytherin for the rest of dinner. Hermione became quite uninterested halfway through and started thinking about all sorts of disconnected subjects.
I'm glad Kira and Harry and Ron are getting along so well.
Maybe Blaise has a crush on Kira. Wouldn't that be funny!
I need to go to the library…And with that last thought, Hermione got up and said "I'm off" to her friends who all gave a small wave and proceeded to come up with ways of torturing various Slytherins.
"Whatever." Hermione said to no one in particular as she left. She was totally absorbed by her thoughts once again. She slowly ambled down to the library. Many times her head shot up because she thought she heard footsteps. But when she turned around, there was no one there.
She spent a long time in the library, searching for blueprints of the school. All such records were in a room off by themselves. Hermione soon lost track of the time but figured it was well into the evening. She skimmed over the room once again, hoping for any little scrap of help. She had found tons of blueprints in the school, all made around 1990, and none of which were any help to her. She wondered if maybe the tower was built after 1990. But that was HIGHLY unlikely. So she continued to search. She pulled out an older map of the school and spun around to find her self looking up into the fiery blue eyes of Draco Malfoy.
Draco stared at Hermione intently. She looked so vulnerable with her brown hair flying every which way, breasts heaving; he felt a sudden stab of protectiveness. But this was quickly pushed aside.
"Planning a heist, Granger?" Draco asked, glancing at all the blueprints on the table.
Hermione gave a small smile, summoning up courage. He was just another guy after all.
"Better lock up your valuables." Hermione replied, feeling flirtatious and slightly nauseous.
"Really Granger? I never thought you capable of larceny. Oh wait, you are a poor mudblood. You're probably an expert." Draco said, a dare in his eyes.
Hermione raised an eyebrow at him and shook her head. "Ah, Draco. You are very stupid." Hermione said with a smile.
Draco's eyes narrowed ever so slightly. He didn't like being called stupid straight to his face. "Well miss Granger, I have a bit of a wager for you."
"I'm listening." Hermione said, curious.
"You steal something from me within 2 weeks"
"Or what?"
"Or" and with that Draco leaned down and whispered right into Hermione's ear "you have to do whatever I ask for a week." Draco moved closer to Hermione, backing her up into the bookshelf.
Hermione stared over Draco's shoulder at nothing. "Whatever you ask…?" she whispered, slightly frightened.
Draco pressed himself hard against her, effectively pinning her body to the shelf. His mouth was skimming her neck and nipping at the skin behind her ear. "Anything" he said with a slight hiss.
It was getting harder for Hermione to breathe. She squirmed around and tried to get herself out of Draco's grasp. She was afraid of him. She acted fearless, but deep inside she was a scaredy cat.
Draco's arms tightened around her when she started to move his fingers digging deeply into her hips sure to leave bruises.
Then he smashed his mouth on hers, forcing entrance. Slowly his tongue pried her lips apart, and her entered her warm mouth. He leisurely moved his tongue over hers, licking her lips, coaxing a response out of her.
Slowly Hermione began to respond, wrapping her arms around his neck. His mouth tasted like honey and she was ever so slowly becoming intoxicated with his kisses.
Draco's hand slid up Hermione's waist, over her ribcage and cupped one of her plump breasts. It fit perfectly in his hand, and he began a slow rhythmic kneading that was shooting darts of pleasure to Hermione and fanning at the embers burning in the pit of her stomach.
Hermione was getting lost in Draco. When his mouth left hers and began to trail down her neck to the hem of her shirt, Hermione finally came to her senses. She gasped and pushed at Draco who had become lost in the softness of her body. He staggered back and stared at Hermione for a long second before Hermione ran away with all the speed she could muster.
A/N: Please tell me how you liked it! And can anyone tell me if they still do the backwards peace sign in England. Ya know, it's like the British middle finger...