Lustful Intentions
By: Loraliant Angelisa Snape
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Hermione drew her fist back and let all her rage pour forward. She struck him with all the strength she could muster, which was enough to make his nose bleed. The blond boy bent double in pain, clutching his nose. He looked up at her with threatening eyes and waved a hand to Crabbe and Goyle.
"Come on," he said. The three boys ran without saying a word, until they got to an arch way that would take them into the castle. He yelled loud enough for the three Gryffindors to hear, "I'll get that little mudblood, mark my words!"
A bell rang out, causing Draco Malfoy to jump with surprise. Upon looking at the clock, he saw that class was over. In fact, wizards and witches that he neither knew, nor cared to know, were filtering out the door. He suppressed a groan and gathered his things and stalked out the door. He walked through the various doors and one archway, finally landing at his favorite fountain.
The campus had gone fairly unnoticed, but once he saw her, the fountain was glued to memory. Yes, he did remember what he swore in third year. No, he had not had his revenge. Yes, he had a plan. No, he did not have the details meticulously worked out. In fact, truth be told, he was downright scared of what she would do when he put his plan into action.
He caught the glare of her dark brown hair from the afternoon sun. She was laughing at a friend of hers. About what, he didn't know. He sighed wistfully.
There would come a time when everything that would need to be completed would be complete; this wasn't one of them.
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"And then he dropped the pot and the mandrake started screeching! The only good thing was that it was only a baby, so it knocked several people out!" Hermione's eyes were dancing with laughter and her face was aglow with happiness.
"I bet that was funny," said Harry.
"Poor boy; I bet your professor had a field day," Ron added.
"Oh no, Professor Lenora was one of the ones that were knocked out!"
The three friends laughed at that. They had agreed to meet at a muggle coffee shop to see how each was doing. Harry had graduated and was now a top-notch Auror. In fact, there was talk about him running for Minister of Magic since Cornelius Fudge would be retiring at the end of the month. Of course, no one knew for sure except for him and Ginny and they weren't talking. Ron was working for the Department of Magical Games and Sports and was now trying to improve the Chudley Cannons. So far, the team had the three Chasers, two Beaters, and the Keeper; all they lacked was the Seeker to complete the team and be ready for a new season.
"So all is going well with Healing?" Ginny asked as she walked in.
"Yes, I only have this week left before I graduate," Hermione nodded.
"And of course we'll be there," Harry responded firmly.
"That means so much to me; now when's the due date?" Hermione grinned. Ginny and Harry turned a slight shade of pink and Ron sat up a little straighter.
"It's in February," Ginny brushed off the question.
"February what?" Hermione pressed on.
"The fourth; and well, we wanted to know'" Harry started.
"If you would be its Healer," Ginny finished, coming to stand by her husband.
Hermione gazed at them, shocked, and Ron beamed at his brother-in-law and sister, and Hermione.
"I-I don't know what to say," she breathed.
"Say yes," Ginny instructed, a slight smile playing on her lips.
"Of course!" Hermione jumped up and gave the other three friends a huge hug.
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"Bubble, bubble, toil and trouble, give me what hold to be most supple; give her time and give her cycle the whirlwind of the lovable. I have come to take what is rightfully mine so give the color the rosy tint that will identify the time." Draco held the blood red roses over the cauldron, plucking the petals quite cruelly off. With a smirk, he added the final ingredient. The platinum ring held properties that were rumored to be held by Merlyn himself.
"And so it begins filthy mudblood. I swore to you and now, marked by my hateful promise you shall pay," Draco turned, cloak trailing behind him in a wide spread and walked quickly out of the room. Behind him, the cauldron boiled on, churning and bubbling to cement the hold that the cold Slytherin had upon the Gryffindor.
With a loud snap of the door, the spell was done. The next day would prove to be a hell for her, but a blessing for him.
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Dear readers of the Fanfiction Network,
I hope you enjoy this installment of new fics to come. I'll be posting this on Fiction Alley next, so if you see it there, it's not plagiarized. And so you know, Hermione and Draco hate each other. Hermione doesn't have a makeover, nor is she secretly a pureblood. This also takes place after Hogwarts. And one other thing; it's based off of what was said in the third movie concerning the slap Hermione gave Malfoy. Otherwise, it'll be from the books.
And remember to Review!
Loraliant Angelisa Snape
