Only Fools Rush In
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Chapter 4 – Shook: Clothes, Advanced Potions and Lip Gloss
Draco's POV
This girl she got me shook
With her pretty brown eyes
Sexy little thighs
The way that she moves just gets to me
Keep shaking that thing, and making me sing
She got just what I like, Everyday of the week
My baby so sweet
Come over here and turn off the lights
We'll do it all night, Your game is so tight
This girl she got me shook
I couldn't help reflecting on the past few days. They had been… Eventful. Let me bring you up to speed.
It was sort of obvious that Potty and Wheeze-bag were mad at Granger. They showed it, didn't make an effort to conceal their… Obvious dislike and their dull edged remarks. And Hermione, for her part, just went around like everything was okay. Which it was. I had her behind the scenes, she showed her… New self on the stage. Which was pretty hot. Even I flirted with her in public now. Which brings us here. Breakfast, Monday morning, two weeks to go until Halloween.
"Oi, Granger! You might want to ask Dumbledore if we can change the dress code just for you," I yelled as she walked in with a gaggle of females behind her. She looked at me with an amused, condescending expression. "You'd be able to show off more without the robes!"
"Yeah, well you might want to feast your eyes, Malfoy," she replied. People were watching us, almost like spectators at a sport. Which our public conversations had become. I shot her a puzzled glance.
"Granger, what in bloody blue blazes are you blathering about now?"
"This." And with a simple tap of her wand against her cheek, her uniform was changed from the baggy, lanky school robes into a pair of low-rise, tight-ass black jeans and a single shoulder strap red top that read 'If U hAvE sUmThIn 2 sAy, DeN sAy It StR8 Up, BuT iF u DuN't DeN sHuT dA fUcK uP!' across the front.
All the guys, probably including some of the male teachers, had their jaws on the floor in seconds, including me.
Dirty tricks, Granger, I thought, smirking. She strutted over to the Gryffindor table, sat facing me, and winked.
"Oi, Malfoy! Like what you see? I know right now you're wishin' to be beside me!"
"Who wouldn't?" someone called out. Catcalls came from all over. Her friends asked her what charm she had used to transfigure her clothes and other girls were throwing jealous and envious looks her way. She talked animatedly while eating her breakfast.
"Miss Granger!"
Her head lazily turned to face the Staff table. "Yes, Professor Snape?"
"Miss Granger, could you please kindly come here?"
I watched with a entertained leer as she made her way towards my head of house with a slow, yet determined, casual pace. When she stopped in front of him, he pointed his wand at her, trying to reverse her spell. It didn't work. He tried again, this time the vein in his temple throbbing. She said something to him which made the teachers around him laugh. She chewed on her inner cheek and poked herself with her wand again. The robes came back. But tighter.
"Way to spoil the fun, Professor!" Travis Jeremiah, a sixth year Slytherin called and the whole hall laughed.
The rest of the morning went on as usual: boring. Advanced Arithmancy, Ancient Runes and History of Magic. Then lunch, which, by the way, was taken by snogging Hermione senseless in our common room, was… Good, very good indeed.
I loved the feeling of her moving underneath me, moaning into my mouth. Her lips were soft… the kind of soft you can get lost in. And her tongue. It sent me over reality with just one stroke from it against mine.
I pushed my hand under her robes and under her shirt. I felt her moan as our skin made contact and she pushed up against me, wanting more. I nipped at her bottom lip as I fondled her breast and she started flicking her tongue out to lick my lips. I felt Hermione's legs go around my waist and I pulled her up off the couch so she was holding on to me. I leaned her against the armrest while she placed kisses down my jaw and started sucking at one spot on my neck.
"Darling, that's going to leave a mark," I gasped as she kept swirling her tongue around the new hickey. She just started unbuttoning my shirt and loosening my tie until my chest was exposed, her hands running along my torso in slow sensual movements. I bore down on her again, popping buttons off her shirt, so I could savor the luscious breasts. I kissed her hard again and started my trek down her jaw and neck until I was at the valley in between them. I bit down on the front clasp of her bra and licked my way to one of her hardened nipples. I heard her gasp then moan my name. I sucked on the hardened pebble until it was swollen.
She pushed me away from her, gasping for breath.
"Malfoy… Gotta… Go… Now… We… Advanced Potions!" she said, squeaking the last two words as I dipped to nibble on the flesh of her neck.
"Really, Draco! Snape is probably going to take points off of my house for probably just showing up, let alone late! After what I pulled this morning… Oh!"
"You really need to learn to hush when the time is right, Granger," I growled, winking and rolling off of her, landing in a tangled heap on the floor. We straightened up and I let her leave five minutes before me, giving her a small spank out the door. She could really be feisty when she wanted to be.
I looked into the mirror hanging above the Chippendale table beside the archway entrance. My hair was tousled, my collar and shirt undone, my tie hanging loosely across my shoulders. I had bright pink lip gloss on my neck, my mouth, jaw and cheeks. I decided to walk out of the room like that, see everyone's reaction. I charmed it to become bright red, smirking. I walked out, taking long, lazy strides down to dungeons where everyone was waiting for Snape to make his oh-so-unwelcome-but-nevertheless-necessary presence.
"Hey, Malfoy, who were you out snogging now? I mean, red really isn't your colour." People laughed and some of my fellow Sytherins cheered me on. The Gryffin-dorks just laughed in spite.
"Yeah, well, Granger, let's see if red is yours." I stalked towards her person, leaning against a wall.
"You wouldn't even dare to try it. Ferret."
"Just watch me do it. You'll melt like butter in my hands, Granger. Butter." I grabbed her wrist when she pretended to slap me, giving me the advantage to pull her closer.
"Hey, pretty boy," she whispered. "What's with the dark red? Snogged someone on your way here?"
"Nah. Someone might've noticed your… Marks. Why? Jealous?" I whispered in reply. We kept our faces in snarls for show. I leaned in and smashed her lips possessively under mine. She didn't respond as planned so I opened my mouth and ran my tongue over her soft, luscious lips, so everyone could see and I felt her open her mouth slightly. I darted my tongue in and—
"Malfoy! Granger! What's going on?!?"
"Great timing, Snape, you overgrown bat," she muttered loud enough for me to hear. I smirked.
"She was getting a taste of her own medicine, Professor. She practically asked for it."
"Excuse me, Malfoy? You were the one probably making out with the portraits on your way down!" With that she flew into the classroom.
"Mister Malfoy, your reason wasn't excuse to start making out in the hallways before class! Twenty points from Slytherin and Gryffindor." Snape's face just kept getting angrier and I took notice of the bit of jealously in his beetle black eyes. I just made myself look as innocent as possible and I walked into the classroom, taking my own bench at the back. The handful of us that had managed to take Advanced Potions for our N.E.W.Ts each had our own bench, and it always seemed to 'find' us, no matter where we sat. I passed Hermione who was placing her materials on her bench-top in her meticulous order: wand, cauldron, quill and parchment, research notes. Then came all of her ingredients, in the order they were to be put into her potion. I smirked at her predictability, eliciting a glance from her with twinkling in her eyes that could rival Dumbledore's.
"What are you staring at, Malfoy?" Her tone was almost as alive as her eyes. Almost.
"Who, more like, Granger," I replied, checking out her breasts from her collar. "It's your twins. How about letting them come out to play?"
"Oi! Sod off, Malfoy. Hermione's not a total whore like you're girlfriend, Pansy," Weasel called from where he was sitting in the farthest corner of the room.
"What, sad that I'm closer to scoring with your ex than you ever came?"
"Boys! I am still here, right?"
I just smirked.
"If you all would shut up and pay attention now, I will be explaining our next project." Snape just had to go and interrupt the perfect opportunity to go and mess with that red-head's face. "In the next six weeks, you will have the opportunity to choose to concoct two potions, extremely strong potions, mind you, with a partner. You're choices will range from an extremely potent form of Veritaserum, a Mind-Body-Soul Binding potion, an Aura potion, a Two-Way Control potion, a Sleeping Death serum, a Polyjuice potion, and a Morphing potion. You and your partner will discuss and choose two, research them for the first week, and then start. Whichever group finished first will get bonus marks. Whichever groups' potions work the best, will receive full marks.
"I have made a Compatibility potion," he pointed to the milky white substance in a glass cauldron in front of him, "in which it will automatically match you with a person of equal skill and talent. If you will all kindly please write your names on a piece of parchment and drop it in to the liquid, it will sort you in due time."
Hushed whispers were to be heard as quill scratched against parchment and one by one, leaded by Hermione, of course, dropped their names into the cauldron. I got up and headed for Snape's desk.
On my way to catch a flick
Just me and my clique
Stand in line, we're already late
Cause the movie started at eight
Look around tried to cop a seat
Take the first one that I see
Sit down and looked beside next to me
This girl, she blew my mind
Hermione's POV
I started talking to a girl who sat behind me, a girl by the name of Vanessa Damiens from Ravenclaw.
"Who do you think you'll be partnered with, Hermione?"
"I really don't know, but I'll be okay as long it's not one of the Slytherin jerks. I mean, who does Malfoy think he is? Sex God Almighty?"
"But you do got to admit that he's hot. I mean hott, with a double tee." I nodded fervently.
"But that doesn't change his attitude, it just bloats it even more."
Right then, Snape suddenly cleared his throat and everyone turned to look at him. He pointed his finger at the glass cauldron. Nothing was different about it except that it had two words (names, I guess), done in shimmering black on the front.
"Weasley, Damiens," Snape called, reading the script that seemed to be written in each person's own handwriting. As he called names, people rearranged themselves so that they were sitting at one bench. I heard Draco's name called, I crossed my toes, hoping to be paired with him. I looked hard at the glass cauldron, will it with ever ounce of emotion.
"Malfoy and Granger."
I almost squealed with joy. I checked myself and turned to Draco. "Get over here, will you!"
We started talking as her settled himself. Everyone around us was too busy to notice us, so we sat and talked.
"What do you want to do?" I asked eagerly. I really wanted to try out that Min-Body-Soul Binding potion.
"Besides kiss you senseless right now? I want to try that Mind-Body-Spirit Binding potion thingy. And Veritaserum."
I agreed. "Get out of my head," I teased.
"I'll do more that that," he growled, placing his hand on my upper thigh. I stared at him wide eyed then giggled. This was going to be fun.
Draco's POV
We flirted all through our afternoon classes. It was amazing how oblivious people were becoming these days. I cornered her in our common room after Muggle Studies. She had run out of the class in quite a hurry. I wondered what she was planning. I ran to the dorms to go change. She wasn't in the common room. I walked down the stairs five minutes later to find her dressed in an open black button down shirt with a white tube top underneath and a pair of white fleece pants.
"Oi, Granger, you can run but you can't hide."
"I'm not thinking of doing either, Malfoy. I plan on sitting here, finishing my homework until dinner and then doing something productive." She looked at me over her small reading glasses. Smart, sexy, hot little vixen.
I crawled upon her person that was sprawled over a couch. Starting at her neck, I kissed my way up to her lips, never getting into her way of her reading book. I finally stopped at her ear and started licking circles in that spot she loved. She squirmed.
"You know, you do make a godly distraction." She threw down the book and whipped off her glasses. I felt hands around the collar of my shirt, pulling my face towards hers. I felt a warm tongue run its way over my lips, and I automatically responded by taking the tongue in my teeth, biting it softly. I heard her moan and felt her push against my body. We tumbled to the floor, me on top. My hands automatically went under her shirts, feeling her bare breasts while hers went under my simple white t-shirt. I managed to slip out of my shirt and then I peeled the button down off her, followed by ripping the tube top. Her breasts were waiting for me, coral nubs just wanting to be touched by my tongue.
As I busied myself with her chest, she managed to moan out my name several times as she undid the knot of my track pants, pushing them down as far as they'd go with her hands, then they were discarded on the floor by her feet. I was left in a pair of forest green silk boxers. I lifted my head and grinned devilishly.
"Now, darling, it really isn't fair that I'm in my knickers and you aren't, isn't it?" I shoved down her fleece pants and mused.
"Well, it wouldn't be, but I'm not wearing knickers, you see," she replied.
"Yes, I do see… And I like, darling…"
I went down on her again, kissing her fiercely, my right hand walking down her torso to the apex of her thighs. She gasped in my mouth as I rubbed my thumb against her.
"Draco…" It was a plea. I understood fully. I pushed off my boxers and rubbed up against her again with my hardness, kissing her fiercely. She reached down and guided me into her, gasping and cringing slightly. If I hadn't known better, I'd of said she'd done this before. I grabbed my wand lying on the floor near my heap of clothes and muttered a quick protection charm and then the wand was thrown a few feet away as Hermione's legs tied themselves around my waist. I picked her up and her arms went from immobile to around my shoulders, nails digging into the back of my neck as I pulled out slowly and pushed myself back in excruciatingly slow. After awhile of this, she'd push her hips up, matching me thrust for thrust. After one final, hard thrust, she came, pulling me over the edge with her, her screaming my name as I buried my head into the hollow of her shoulder.
When the waves of rolling ecstasy passed, I fell on top of her, our slick, sweat-doused bodies slipping against each other. I wanted to get up, but I was too exhausted. It never felt like this with anyone else; not Blaise, not Pansy, not Millicent or Storm. One word was uttered from her mouth: "Amazing."
We ended up sleeping on the floor, the soft white shag carpet soaked from our sweat.
Hermione's POV
Can't concentrate, feeling sweaty
Getting butterflies, getting dizzy
Gotta keep it cool, gotta keep it slick
And remember she's just a chick
Tell what this is that I feel inside
Never felt this way before, alright
But I gotta keep it real tonight
I woke up cradled in someone's arms. I tried lifting my head but I found that just trying to lick my lips was tiring. I was sore all over. Then I remembered why.
"Draco…? I'm sore…"
"Yeah, so am I but you see me complaining, love."
"But I'm hungry," I whined. His arms loosened their grip and I felt that it was freezing in the common room. I groaned. "Don't. It's cold."
He tightened his arms around me once more, leaning over and kissing each of my closed eyes.
"You know, you look angelic. But I know from experience that you're just a little feisty thing." He waggled his eyebrows at me when I opened my eyes. I just giggled and tried getting up.
"You know, I think having sex has worse consequences than American weed. It gives you a worse case of the munchies ever."
He just stared at me blankly. "You've done weed? Like, weed as in marijuana? Marijuana as in illegal drugs? Drugs as in narcotics? Narcotics as in illegal?"
I fell over, on top of him, as I laughed, my legs giving out in a snap. "Yes, as in I've actually done worse than weed, darling. Now don't be surprised."
He just held on to me tighter than before and hid himself in between my shoulder and neck.
"I'm never going to let you go."
"I'm quite fine with that as long as I get to eat."
"My god, woman. Is food all you think about?"
"Can I
think about that?" He pulled out from under me and glared. "Well, it is after
homework and you."
"Homework? Homework comes before
me?"
"Well, now that I've thought about it, no, you come first. Now will you let me go? I want some dinner."
"Bleh. You suck eggies, love." I giggled at his childish response.
He relinquished his hold on me and I managed to gather my wand and all my clothes off the floor then travel up the stairs into my room.
"He is… impossible yet… *sigh*…" I mumbled after I had closed my door and leant upon it.
I went about my room dreamily, dropping my now… 'Soiled' clothes into the hamper for the house elves to collect and getting a new outfit ready for after my shower.
"Gah. What am I going to wear? Those were some of my good clothes! Oh well." I grabbed my dressing gown from it's hanging post, one of the corners of one of my chairs, and pulled it over my body. I then headed for my closet, opening the doors and seeing the magically enhanced walk-in-closet-room. I stepped in the jumped back, my feet realizing that the floor wasn't golden shag carpet anymore. I looked around for my big, baby blue fluffy slippers but to no avail. I ended up just grabbing my wand and performing a heating spell on the cold, hardwood flooring.
After that was done, I looked around at all the open shelves, moving racks and constantly changing drawers.
I decided to go for something that resembled what I wore earlier. I could probably get away with wearing it tomorrow, too, I reasoned. It was late, so not many people would see it anyways. Gold unbuttoned buttoned down, red halter top, red fleece pants with 'Devil' on the ass, gold zippered City Sneak shoes with red accents. Talk about house and colour coordinated.
I walked to the bathroom, my clothes trailing behind me in a neat pile. I levitated them down on top of a bench as I slipped into a shower stall, a nice warm waterfall cascading around my body.
This girl she got me shook
With her pretty brown eyes
Sexy little thighs
The way that she moves just gets to me
Keep shaking that thing, and making me sing
She got just what I like, Everyday of the week
My baby so sweet
Come over here and turn off the lights
We'll do it all night, Your game is so tight
This girl she got me shook
I grabbed two large towels, one to wipe down and wrap around my person and to other for my hair. I slipped into a white terry cloth robe, shucked off the body towel and flipped my head over, so I could tie the second towel around it. After that done, my hair and the towel piled on top of my head in one of those turban-style knot things, I clothed and walked into my room.
"You know, you look much better in green, my dear," I heard a feminine voice. I looked around and suddenly spied my reflection in the mirror. I laughed.
"Well, you're a traitor, you know that? I like my house colours very much, thank you."
"Well, it's your loss."
I went about my room, gathering some jewelry to wear (golden lions with rubies for eyes for earrings and a matching necklace) and then headed for my muggle mirror to apply my make-up and brush my hair. I didn't need snippy comments and eyebrow waggling whilst trying to apply eyeliner. I decided to go simple, crimson lip stick for that Snow White look, a quick swipe of black eyeliner and then I finished it off by popping in a set of colour contacts, gold, with no pupils. I didn't need the contacts for any reason, and my eye colour had naturally changed to a sunny yellow, something like a cat, but it still looked cool to freak people out when they looked you in the eye. I just left my hair wet after brushing it, wanting it to dry naturally.
"Speaking of cats," I said aloud, "where's Crookshanks? I haven't seen that little spoilt brat since last week!"
I stepped out of my room, giving Charisse a quick smile and wave from where she was swinging in the tree, and ran down my stairs and up Draco's, knocking on the portrait.
"'ello. Can I help you?"
"Oh! Hello. Could you please get Draco for me? Just tell him I'm ready for dinner."
"Sure." With that, the little boy scrambled up the tree in his portrait and disappeared amongst the leaves. I waited for five minutes until I decided to wait for him downstairs. Turning my back to the empty picture, I trailed slowly down the stairs, almost disappointed. I was afraid that I had done something wrong. Maybe I wasn't any good…
(Darling, do shut up. It's very disheartening when you become so self conscious.)
I'm analyzing myself! Leave me alone, I mentally yelled. I walked another step slowly when I felt a pair of arms snake their way around my waist and something bury itself in my wet hair.
"Draco!"
"I hear my name…"
"Egotistical little brat," I muttered. "C'mon, we should hurry. I'm starved and it's already seven thirty."
"Fine," was his simple reply before pulling me into his lap and the two of us flying down the banister at great speed.
"Oh, that was fun!" I gasped as we landed in a heap at the bottom.
"It was. But I'm famished, too, so let's go. I want some time for snogging before we have to study and then… sleep."
"Speaking of studying, what about that Potions project? We should get started on the research."
"Yeah. That Mind-Body-Spirit potion sounds… Fun." He waggled his eyebrows. "But I think we should do something other than the Veritaserum. I mean, it's so over done."
"Really? Well that just leaves…" I stayed sitting on his chest from where I fell and thought about out other choices. "How about that Aura potion? It's like reading each other's emotions without talking."
"Hmm. Good point. I'll know when you've gone pissy on me for something I've said." I made a face at him then grinned.
"Good. It's settled then. Now let's get to dinner."
Draco's POV
Front row at the fashion show
Lights down they're ready to go
Looking up at the runway
Saw the girl from the other day
She was sporting some silky gear
Didn't expect her to be here
Victoria's got a secret
She's the girl that I wanna be withWe walked together down to the Great Hall, no one seemingly around to see us. We parted at the doors, letting her go in first so I could go gallivanting for a few minutes to make sure no one got suspicious.
I walked around the Entrance Hall aimlessly for ten minutes before I heard someone yelling my name.
"I hear my name," I drawled lazily as I slowly turned to face the person who called. I came face to face with none other than Potter and Weasley. "What do you two pricks want? My time is Galleons and Galleons are precious. Not that you'd know, Weasel. Probably never even held one in your hand before."
"Stuff your fucking face, Malfoy," he sneered at me. I just smirked.
"Fifteen point for using obscene language, Weasel. Now what do you and your boyfriend want? I have places to go, people to see."
"What did you do to Hermione?"
"Me? What would I want with Granger? I mean, she looks pretty good in pair of capris and a nice indecent top, but other than a few ogling glances, I don't want her. She's all yours. Unless she so chooses."
"You did something to her, Malfoy," Potter said, stepping in front of the he-Weasel. "You did something to her, I know it. She'd never put us behind her for you. But whatever it is, I'll get to the bottom of it, I swear on the shackles and chains of life itself, I will."
"I'm soo scared, Potter. Nice try, but you might want to try actually talking to Granger. Might solve some of your problems quicker if you do. And actually listened."
"Pertrificus Totalus," a feminine voice said, anger seeping through, as the two mere boys in front of me toppled over, each as stiff as a board. "Maybe for once in your lives you should listen to Malfoy."
"Yeah, well, you heard what I was saying, right?" I asked Hermione, know that she probably caught every single word of conversation, if you could call it that.
"Yeah. Only would these two think that… They own me. Even when they're not even talking to me, for Merlin's sake! Maybe Malfoy was right all along," she continued quietly to them. "Maybe you do have a hero problem, Harry. But don't take it the wrong way. I mean, I know you feel like you've got some responsibility over everyone, but… In the eternal words of Missa, Rob, Chris, Rica, Marco, Seuygen Randolph, and the gang in America: 'Just chill, man. Lay back and smoke the weed.'"
With that she left. And so did I, running after her after giving the two morons on the floor a superior smirk and a small 'I Told You So'.
Hermione's POV
"I can't believe them! They don't believe that I'm making my own decisions!" I said out loud to no one in particular, even though I knew that Draco wasn't far behind me.
"Yeah, well… I could say something…"
"Then say it," I seethed. I quoted my shirt from earlier. "If you've got something to say, then say it straight up. But if you don't then shut the fuck up!"
"Whoa… Someone's a little… Tetchy," he said, standing in front of me. He grabbed my shoulders gently and I reveled in his touch. I practically melted right there. My knees started to buckle when he looked me in the eye. Those usually stormy grey eyes were now even darker with lust and desire. Almost like a dark smoky colour lined and veined with slivers of silver. I swooned and he caught me, our position similar to a tango dip.
"Well, you sure know how to make a girl fall for you, Malfoy," I purred, my fingers walking their way from his wrist to his forearms to his biceps, those perfect rippling muscles, to the back of his neck.
"And you, my little Gryffindor rebel-vixen, are one to talk. You know just how to make me go wanton with desire."
I giggled at his dark honesty and I tried righting myself. He wouldn't let me go.
"Let me go right now before someone finds us, Draco," I giggled as he licked his lips.
"So not even a thank you for defending your oh so perfect arse, Granger? I mean…" I cut him off as I leaned up and kissed him, licking his lips with my tongue.
"There. That shut you up. Now let go."
"What about my thank you?" He pouted, glassing his eyes over, a pretty good Bambi impression.
"Well," I whispered huskily, leaning up to him as much as I could without falling, "That can wait for our dormitory, can't it?"
I licked my lips, trying my hardest to hold back a grin as his eyes widened and a mischievous grin plastered itself over his face. I knew he was thinking dirty.
He put me back on my feet and rushed us back to our dorm. All the way there, I just kept on thinking that he was in for a big surprise.
Can't concentrate, feeling sweaty
Getting butterflies, getting dizzy
Gotta keep it cool, gotta keep it slick
And remember she's just a chick
Tell what this is that I feel inside
Never felt this way before, alright
But I gotta keep it real tonight