I am sooo sorry I haven't updated in, like, forever! Won't bother you with further pleas and excuses… enjoy!
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Draco, or should we say Hermione, was whistling down the corridor. He noticed how some people smiled at him. At Hermione. Some even came up strangely and greeted him. Of course, having no idea who they were; he greeted the poor sods back. He enjoyed the friendly life for all of what seemed like an unrelenting hour – not at all fazed he was now a girl.
Ginny, our undercover Hope Dawnings, flicked back her hair and laughed along with some fifth year Hufflepuffs. All the work in class had been a breeze; she had passed it all with flying colours last year and repeating some of it just slid off her back.
Harry, the ever so lanky – possibly more so now – Richard Peeling, tripped over every rising in the ground and whenever humanly possible he lost control of his limbs and tripped over. No one seemed shocked or fazed that the boy would do this and carried on with their everyday lives. As if it was perfectly normal for him to do so; as if he didn't matter. He missed being Harry. He missed being lean and muscles, swift and stealth; recognised and acknowledge. He missed being Harry Potter.
Hermione, a.k.a. Mathew Davis, was tagging behind along Eric trying to bring as little attention to herself as possible. It was awkward. She was some random guy. Maybe it was even worse than being an animal. She was a guy.
"So what do you think of the disappearances." Hermione tried to strike conversation, inching away from Eric for some reason.
Eric shrugged. As if he didn't seem to care, as if it didn't affect him. Which was probably right; it didn't affect him, so he didn't care.
"You're chatty today." He remarked at Hermione as she opened her mouth to fill in the lapsing silence.
"Are-" She stopped mid sentence and he only sighed; not caring.
"I wonder where that Gryffindor is…" Eric pondered aloud.
Hermione's eyes bulged slightly, making Mathew Davis' look like a dieing fish. Problem number 11 they hadn't thought of; people were sure to notice their presence gone, if only just Harry's.
"Harry's probably with Draco." Hermione answered.
"Potter and Malfoy? I wasn't asking about them; seriously, you grow denser by the second; I was asking about Hermione."
Potter? No one calls Harry, Potter. Besides Draco and the Slytherins.
Her nerves were strained; that's why she was so jumpy. The waves of anxiety were making her turn and inspect everyone, including her own partner; suspecting them of... of…
She didn't dare think it.
"Where are we going? We have charms now." Hermione stated bluntly and shortly. Eric raised an eyebrow as if uttering that had been uncharacteristic of Mathew. Was it?
"To the Quidditch field." Eric answered absently.
"Why?" She questioned before she could stop herself. "Quidditch season hasn't even begun yet."
The eyebrow was raised once again.
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"Hope!" Someone called out to Ginny. She flicked back her hair and faced her to show she was listening. She loved the jet black hair that seemed to capture everyone in the room.
"Didn't you say you had to go to the Quidditch field now?"
"I did?" Ginny asked.
"Some seventh year guy…." She elaborated.
Ginny wasn't catching on.
"It's not Quidditch season." She stated dumbly.
Her friend sighed. Then it – ironically – dawned on her.
Aww… how cute. She couldn't help thinking; little fifth years going on a date. No matter that she was a 5th year last year and she was anything but cute in her own eyes.
"Oh. Right." Ginny nodded.
"I'm guessing you don't want me to come with you."
Ginny looked up questioningly. We had to stay in partners. It was fine if Ginny was kidnapped, but her friend needed protection.
"So I'm going to tag along with Ella and Gen once we send you off to the field."
Good thinking.
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"Go get him,
Get him,
Get… him."
A voice chanted, a voice so… familiar. Harry couldn't place it. It was familiar but then… new.
No-one noticed Richard Peeling looking outrageously around. No one noticed Richard Peeling.
Should he follow the voice? No one would notice him gone. What if he was kidnapped?
It was the point, wasn't it?
Yes.
Follow the voice.
Only, it seemed he didn't need to. The voice came to him.
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He'd never tell Hermione about this. Never. But something kept telling him that it would be a hell of a lot of fun if he got laid as a girl.
I wonder where Hermione is.
An idea struck him. He was last on the list. Well, Hermione was… and he was Hermione. What if the sodding Gryffindors got kidnapped and left without him? What in the sodding world would they do without him? What would he sodding do without Wonder Boy to back him up? Where was Harry Sodding Potter and his merry sodding men?
As he was contemplating two very important ideas – getting laid by some sad loser, maybe whoever the hell Eric von-what's-his-name partner was, before the potion wore off… and then there was the whole getting kidnapped thing, he crashed into the weaselette. Of course, it wasn't really Gina – or was it Genieve? – he knew there was a galleonless, fire-haired witch underneath the manicured and absolute fabulous outer shell.
"Malfoy." She stated, not with the contempt he was ever so used – yet not without, either.
"You." He didn't bother greeting her. "Where's Hermione. I need to get kidnapped."
Ginny raised her eyebrow – Hope Dawning's perfectly plucked eyebrows – that stirred some sort of lust inside of him, which he suppressed immediately.
"I'm going on a date." She announced, three foolish Hufflepuffs giggled behind her.
Hufflepuffs… Ugh! Poor chaste absurd beings, they had no idea what they were missing.
"That's all great and dandy; I'm sure this would be a valuable first experience for you sad and deprived Gry- …. Ravenclaws…" He trailed off. Something about the way Ginny – Hope, whatever – looked at him made him immediately stop. The Hufflepuff was breathtaking enough to make a man go mad.
She turned to face her friends, doing so she flicked back her luxurious hair that all but winded Draco.
"I'm going with him, so you can all go now." Ginny announced sadly. "Her." She corrected herself.
She flicked her again. She looked at him again. His breathe was caught in his throat, but he determined not to show it, and walked alongside her not saying anything.
She was different from everyone. He lusted after her, as would anyone with balls. He wanted to shag her right then and there. Even if he didn't quite have the right… equipment to do so right then and there, it didn't stop him from wanting it.
But then she was like everyone else. Like Pansy, like Anna, like Hermione. He just wanted to use her and that was it. His breathe caught in his throat as the chase for her began. Her tongue down his throat as the chase ended. They were all different, but in the end – where it matters – to him they were all the same. He just used them, he wanted them. He didn't care about them, he didn't need them.
Hope, whatever her last name was, was just like Pansy, just like Anna. Just like Hermione? No. Not like Hermione. He didn't want her like he wanted Hermione.
Oh, Merlin.
"…oh, Merlin. You're not even listening to me, are you?" Her mouth was still slightly open, forming a little 'O' shape. "Fine. Continue to deny my existence." She snapped Draco out of his musing just as they were about to enter the Quidditch pitch.
Her mouth was still in an 'O' shape, but started to form a slight pout. Her mouth…
Her mouth…
He found himself only able to think about… her mouth.
Looking at them with familiar intensity. It was always this way. He couldn't' fight it. It wasn't as if anyone would see. He wouldn't stop thinking about it if he didn't do it. But he had to fight.
But he couldn't.
He leaned forward and kissed her. Not an intimate and virtuous kiss, but a hungry and greedy full-on pash.
Caught off guard, Ginny was slammed against the wall. Her eyes were closed, not seeing that it was Hermione's tongue. Her mind was… working, knowing it was the sadist she hated for all these years behind each flick of the alien tongue. She let out an involuntary moan.
Such black hair.
Draco found himself thinking about her hair. He had to touch it. He just… had… to…
His fingers combed through her hair, it tumbled around him and he heard her moan. He felt her hard breathing, her chest rising and falling in time with his own. It only made him want her more. But they more he wanted her, the more he didn't.
The more he had to stop.
Ginny couldn't help herself. She found herself responding. She could tell – somehow sense – that he wanted her, but needed to stop just as much as she needed to. She found his hands caressing her, his mouth biting her. Then she would find that the mouth would be so giving, the hands would be so demanding. It was a chain of pain and pleasure; one she desperately wanted to….
…she desperately wanted to…
…. desperately wanted to…
…wanted to…
…to…
She couldn't think.
They were moving; he was bringing her to the Quidditch stadium. What was going? He needed to stop.
They were in the stadium; no-one could be there. No one would be there.
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Hermione stared outraged as… as… Hope Dawnings, Ginny, was intimately making out with Hermione Granger, Draco.
WHAT?
This can't be happening.
Eric's eyes bulged too, thanking his lucky stars for the incredible luck of witnessing some girl on girl action.
WHAT?
Hermione hadn't gotten hold of what was happening until the scene before her came to a halt, only to realise she screamed aloud.
Both Ginny and Draco looked at her with horror. This couldn't be happening.
Draco anted Ginny. Draco wanted Hope Dawnings. Draco…
Ginny wanted Draco. Ginny wanted…
Everything was going so well.
Eric looked surprised at Draco – wondering how such a nice girl like Hermione could be… could be… - then he was mesmerised by Hope.
Her tumbling black hair. Her clear skin and perfect proportioned body. A stirring in his groin made him breathe harder. Hermione noticed this.
Eric wanted her.
Draco wanted her.
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Another chappie finally up! Just had to create more drama for you all! (Remember outta 100)
Kinda confusing, but all questions will be answered next chappie (or mayb a few chappies after it)