Warning Next chapter will include very profane language and adult
situations. If you saw my other note, you know already but if not read it.
Well enjoy.
-SavagePrincess
Chapter 8: More Complications
Potions went uneventful mostly for Harry, Ron, Neville, and the rest of the Gryffindors, all
except Hermione. She looked very nervous in between Draco and Blaise, who kept "accidently"
brushing against her. She looked like a stag in wandlight.(a/N like a deer in a spotlight)
"Hermione, would you come over here and stir?" Draco said to Hermione, who looked
relieved he wasn't trying anything. She stood up, pushed back her chair, and walked over next to
Draco, who looked very smug at the present time. "Also could you pick up that Yzaugar's root
right there." He added pointing on the floor. She leaned over and picked it up and was about to
turn around, when a strong arm pulled her onto their lap.
"I knew you'd come some day." Draco said, holding her in his lap.
"What are you doing." Hermione said harshly, but barely above a whisper.
"Just having a little fun." He said grinning, like a kid who just got ice cream.
God he looks sexy when he smiles. Hermione thought. Wait what am I
thinking. Shut up Hermione. What the hell is wrong with you.
"Well you can have fun somewhere else." Hermione said as she struggled to get out of
Draco's grasp. "People will start to look. Wouldn't want your reputation on the line."
"Frankly, Granger, I don't give a damn. My father's dead and my mother could care less."
"Your father's dead!! I didn't know. I'm sorry."
"Forget it. Now where were we? Ah, yes, stir the potion, will ya." Draco said, pointing at
the cauldron.
"Fine, be that way." Hermione retorted and roughly started to stir the potion.
"Fine I will be." Said Draco, a grin still plastered to his face.
After that little incident, nothing else too eventful happened, except Blaise kept dropping
things and made Hermione bend over and pick them up. She would pick them up, unaware that
he was looking up her skirt. They finished their potion, bottled it up and put on Snape's desk.
For most of the rest of the class, they sat there, not talking, doing nothing. Hermione
looked around the class room. Ron, Crabbe, and Neville seemed to have put some potion
together. It was the right color, but it had splotches of red in it and a horrible smell. Harry, Pansy,
and Goyle had the right potion down, but that was because Harry did all the work by himself.
She was still looking around the room, when she felt a hand rubbing against her thigh, all
too familiarly. She turned to Draco, whose grin was turning from sarcastic to a seductive, exotic
one. She glared menacingly at him and did so till she felt another hand rubbing her thigh, this one
was rougher and faster. She turned to see Blaise looking lustfully at her. She was about to say
something when the bell rang to get out of class. She stood up quickly and grabbed her things.
Turning to leave, she felt two hands pat her on the butt, and found two slytherins who seemed
pleased with themselves, grinning devilishly at her.
Hermione just thought,Bloody Hell!!! What's next?
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Ron and Harry caught up with a very flustered Hermione going down the hall. "What's the matter, 'mione?" Ron asked. "Yeah, you were out of that classroom so fast,we thought you dissapparated." Harry added.
"Oh I just wanted to get to hurry and get to my next class." Hermione said.
"But you don't even know what your next class is." Ron said." We've been trying to give you your schedule all morning. Here." He said handing her a piece of parchment.
"Oh, I have Ancient Runes next. What do you to have?"
"Divination. I swear why we have that class is beyond me, but at least Firenze is better then that crackpot Trelawney." Ron said.
"Why are you still taking Ancient Runes. You've been taking it since our second year." Harry asked
"Actually it was first year. Anyway, we're doing a study this year on the Egyptians. You
know the first record of writings by wizards/witches was done by the Egyptians. They weren't just
advanced muggles. How else could they have built the pyramids so quickly."
"Well thanks for the history lesson, Proffessor Binns, we have to go to Divination class." Harry said.
"Ha Ha, very funny. But I'm not talking about Goblin Rebellions, now am I?"Hermione
shouted down the hallway at them, but they had already rounded the corner, leaving Hermione
alone.She walked along not noticing a figure following her.
"Hello Hermione. Did you enjoy your Potions lesson?" a masculine voice said from
behind her. She turned to see none other than Blaise Zabini.
"No actually. What do you want?" Hermione retorted.
"Oh just wanted a chat and maybe a quick something to get to know each other better."
"Like what?" Hermione said, backing up, only to find she had been cornered.
"Oh you know what I want Hermione, and unlike Draco, I don't mess around."
"Get away from me, Zabini. You don't want to do this." She said, reaching in her robes
for her wand.
"Of course, I do. I'm a teenage boy, almost a man. I have lust and desire and I have equipment to back it up. So why not?"
"Because you're about to get yourself expelled." A feminine voice said from behind him.
Professor McGonagall, who had been searching the halls for stragglers, stood there, wand in
hand, giving Blaise an evil look. "Professor, what do you mean? Me and my girl are just having a
chat. I was just about to escort to class."
"Don't lie to me, Zabini. I know fully well of your intensions and I will not allow them. Ms.
Granger, I will escort you to class. As for you, Mr. Zabini, you will have detention
with me for a week." Professor McGonagall said and led Hermione away.
"Fuck." xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxx
-SavagePrincess
Chapter 8: More Complications
Potions went uneventful mostly for Harry, Ron, Neville, and the rest of the Gryffindors, all
except Hermione. She looked very nervous in between Draco and Blaise, who kept "accidently"
brushing against her. She looked like a stag in wandlight.(a/N like a deer in a spotlight)
"Hermione, would you come over here and stir?" Draco said to Hermione, who looked
relieved he wasn't trying anything. She stood up, pushed back her chair, and walked over next to
Draco, who looked very smug at the present time. "Also could you pick up that Yzaugar's root
right there." He added pointing on the floor. She leaned over and picked it up and was about to
turn around, when a strong arm pulled her onto their lap.
"I knew you'd come some day." Draco said, holding her in his lap.
"What are you doing." Hermione said harshly, but barely above a whisper.
"Just having a little fun." He said grinning, like a kid who just got ice cream.
God he looks sexy when he smiles. Hermione thought. Wait what am I
thinking. Shut up Hermione. What the hell is wrong with you.
"Well you can have fun somewhere else." Hermione said as she struggled to get out of
Draco's grasp. "People will start to look. Wouldn't want your reputation on the line."
"Frankly, Granger, I don't give a damn. My father's dead and my mother could care less."
"Your father's dead!! I didn't know. I'm sorry."
"Forget it. Now where were we? Ah, yes, stir the potion, will ya." Draco said, pointing at
the cauldron.
"Fine, be that way." Hermione retorted and roughly started to stir the potion.
"Fine I will be." Said Draco, a grin still plastered to his face.
After that little incident, nothing else too eventful happened, except Blaise kept dropping
things and made Hermione bend over and pick them up. She would pick them up, unaware that
he was looking up her skirt. They finished their potion, bottled it up and put on Snape's desk.
For most of the rest of the class, they sat there, not talking, doing nothing. Hermione
looked around the class room. Ron, Crabbe, and Neville seemed to have put some potion
together. It was the right color, but it had splotches of red in it and a horrible smell. Harry, Pansy,
and Goyle had the right potion down, but that was because Harry did all the work by himself.
She was still looking around the room, when she felt a hand rubbing against her thigh, all
too familiarly. She turned to Draco, whose grin was turning from sarcastic to a seductive, exotic
one. She glared menacingly at him and did so till she felt another hand rubbing her thigh, this one
was rougher and faster. She turned to see Blaise looking lustfully at her. She was about to say
something when the bell rang to get out of class. She stood up quickly and grabbed her things.
Turning to leave, she felt two hands pat her on the butt, and found two slytherins who seemed
pleased with themselves, grinning devilishly at her.
Hermione just thought,Bloody Hell!!! What's next?
Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxx
Ron and Harry caught up with a very flustered Hermione going down the hall. "What's the matter, 'mione?" Ron asked. "Yeah, you were out of that classroom so fast,we thought you dissapparated." Harry added.
"Oh I just wanted to get to hurry and get to my next class." Hermione said.
"But you don't even know what your next class is." Ron said." We've been trying to give you your schedule all morning. Here." He said handing her a piece of parchment.
"Oh, I have Ancient Runes next. What do you to have?"
"Divination. I swear why we have that class is beyond me, but at least Firenze is better then that crackpot Trelawney." Ron said.
"Why are you still taking Ancient Runes. You've been taking it since our second year." Harry asked
"Actually it was first year. Anyway, we're doing a study this year on the Egyptians. You
know the first record of writings by wizards/witches was done by the Egyptians. They weren't just
advanced muggles. How else could they have built the pyramids so quickly."
"Well thanks for the history lesson, Proffessor Binns, we have to go to Divination class." Harry said.
"Ha Ha, very funny. But I'm not talking about Goblin Rebellions, now am I?"Hermione
shouted down the hallway at them, but they had already rounded the corner, leaving Hermione
alone.She walked along not noticing a figure following her.
"Hello Hermione. Did you enjoy your Potions lesson?" a masculine voice said from
behind her. She turned to see none other than Blaise Zabini.
"No actually. What do you want?" Hermione retorted.
"Oh just wanted a chat and maybe a quick something to get to know each other better."
"Like what?" Hermione said, backing up, only to find she had been cornered.
"Oh you know what I want Hermione, and unlike Draco, I don't mess around."
"Get away from me, Zabini. You don't want to do this." She said, reaching in her robes
for her wand.
"Of course, I do. I'm a teenage boy, almost a man. I have lust and desire and I have equipment to back it up. So why not?"
"Because you're about to get yourself expelled." A feminine voice said from behind him.
Professor McGonagall, who had been searching the halls for stragglers, stood there, wand in
hand, giving Blaise an evil look. "Professor, what do you mean? Me and my girl are just having a
chat. I was just about to escort to class."
"Don't lie to me, Zabini. I know fully well of your intensions and I will not allow them. Ms.
Granger, I will escort you to class. As for you, Mr. Zabini, you will have detention
with me for a week." Professor McGonagall said and led Hermione away.
"Fuck." xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxx