Lustful Intentions
By: Loraliant Angelisa Snape
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"Oy, Draco! We have a problem! Yes, Briana, could you get me a coffee, black, and a bun, no glaze, please?" Blaise Zabini came into the room, robes flying behind him, with a look of worry.
"Yes, Mr. Zabini," Briana Starks, the secretary that worked for him answered. Immediately she got up to do his bidding.
"What's the problem? Sharks in Bermuda?" Draco rolled his eyes.
"No. But I wish that was it. I've heard from a very reliable source that Hermione's pressing charges against you."
Draco, whose back had been turned on his friend, shelving a couple of books on marketing for the wizarding world, turned around sharply, a disbelieving look on his face. "Can she do that?" he asked in incredulity.
"She just filed the paperwork, if that's anything to go by."
Draco looked down at his desk. "Huh. So the Mudblood's got spine," he said softly; Blaise almost didn't ear him. "I'll take care of it." Draco grabbed his cloak, put it on, and said, "Watch over things here, Blaise. I'll be back momentarily. I hope."
He walked out the door, slammed it, and disapparated, leaving Briana with Blaise's asked snack and Blaise watching in shock.
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When he got to Hermione's current place of residence, the sight that greeted him disconcerted his emotions. She was holding a baby. Even though he couldn't hear her, he knew she was cooing. He didn't know she could be so- so…nurturing. Something tugged at his heart, made him want to forget this cruel hatred he held for the girl. But this notion was absurd! 'Come on Draco, get a hold of yourself. There's no way you can ever forget what she did to you; this is revenge, pure and simple.' But his heart wished it wasn't so.
He slowly opened the door to the smart-looking cottage and slipped in. He could hear Hermione now.
"Okay, sweetheart, I better take you back to your mother. Let's go." Hermione lifted the bundle and got a stuffed animal that must have belonged to the child and stepped into the fireplace. She said something that was illegible to Draco and disappeared in green flames. He looked around at the impressive surroundings. 'She might be gone for a while, so might as well make yourself at home,' he thought. He found the kitchen and saw a coffee pot with coffee in it. He looked in the cupboards and found what he was looking for.
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The room was dimmer than Hermione remembered leaving it, but she had been gone for well over three hours. It was little beyond sunset. She stepped off the hearth and looked around. Everything was right where she left it, so why did she feel as if something was off? She wondered to the coffee table in front of the comfortable sofa and saw something that attested to her fears. She hadn't drunk any coffee before she left, although she had been meaning to. Thankfully she had bought one that was programmed to go off after two hours. A frown gracing her brown features, she went to the kitchen. With a flick of her wrist, the lights came on. Her eyes skimmed the room; again, everything was in the same place she had left it in, so why did she feel as if something was off? Her feet carried her to the table. Deep cologne filled her nostrils. Who did she know that wore cologne? And something as strong as that?
She was being paranoid; that's all. There had been no one in her home. There was no one, she corrected herself. It was her overactive imagination. Sure of that conviction, she walked to her bedroom. She took off her blouse, not bothering to look at her surroundings.
If she had, she would have seen a surprised Draco Malfoy.
He hadn't expected her to come in unannounced. They way he had pictured their encounter was he would be sitting in one of her recliners, in a semi-dark room, demanding in that soft voice he always used to get what he wanted that made females shudder with longing why she had decided to press charged against him and for what reason. Seeing a half-naked Hermione hadn't been on the agenda. Not that he was complaining of course.
Hermione dropped her blouse in the open hamper by her dresser and unhooked her bra. In just seconds, that offending appendage joined the blouse. Hermione moved into the front of her dresser mirror and bent to open one of the bottom drawers. The mirror gave him a perfect view of her breasts. They were teardrop in shape; she was generously gifted in her body's curves. Excitement was coursing its way through his body. One thing was sure, hated mudblood or not, she aroused him in a way no others had.
Unfortunately for him, her gaze went into the mirror at that moment. He couldn't bring himself to look away. She seemed to look past him. Hermione didn't know he was there!
"I seriously need to patch that part of the wall." He turned and looked at the said problem. She was right; a part of the wall had had paint scraped off in a not-too-pleasant way. He turned back to her. She had gathered her hair into a pony tail and was turning around. He winced, getting ready for the shriek of shock.
Instead, he was met by silence. He opened his eyes, and looked at Hermione. Unfortunately, she decided at that moment to scream.
"GET OUT MALFOY! RIGHT THIS MINUTE!"
He smirked, "What if I decide to leave five seconds until that minute is over?" She three what looked to be an expensive vase at his head as she grabbed her dressing gown and held it over her chest. Draco decided that then was the right to time to leave, since her aim was really good and he didn't want to take the risk that she would just repair the urn and throw it at him again.
He had just closed the door when he heard a loud, "ARGH!" from the other side of the door. Draco smirked. Ten points to Draco; zero for Hermione.
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Hermione had put on a sweatshirt and a deep scowl as she entered the kitchen where her stalker was at. He smiled at her as she entered, making her scowl deeper. "What do you want Malfoy?"
"I want to know why you filed a restraining order on me."
Hermione laughed. "Why? Try being a great arsehole, for one. Stalking me, harassing me, and are you thinking of raping me? Because I can get you for that, as well."
Draco's eyes narrowed. "Not once have I stalked or harassed you. And when the time comes, I won't need to resort to rape; you'll be screaming for fulfillment. Don't challenge me Hermione. After all, you're merely a mudblood. In the end, I'm superior to you in every way." Hermione was seething with anger. Wand in hand, she slowly approached him.
"You are not superior; you're inferior since you can't open your mind even in the slightest. Now get out of my house before I hex you out!" she hissed.
He searched her eyes for a moment. "You're eyes are hazel." The very random comment did just what he was hoping it would; it threw her off.
"What? No they're not; I flushed that potion of yours out a long time ago."
"Ah, so you did find out about that."
"Of course," she scoffed, "kind of hard not to when you're eyes are getting lighter and lighter every minute."
"How'd you know what it was?"
"I use that same potion in my healer work. Why'd you want to know my cycle? Wanting me 'screaming for fulfillment' in your bed? Sorry Malfoy," she spat, "but I'm not willing to conceive any child of yours. I don't want it growing up with a bastard for a father." Draco was shaking with fury.
"Oh, yes, you'll conceive my child. You'll be riding my cock, screaming from the pleasure when you do." Her leaned in and placed a passionate kiss, full of anger, hatred, and lust on her mouth. She responded, much to his surprise, with equal fervor. All too soon, the kiss ended, both of them were breathless.
"I hate you," Hermione said halfheartedly.
Draco smirked. "I certainly hope so, love. I just might consider kidnapping you, take you to a deserted island, and fuck you till we're both passed out from exertion."
Something flickered in Hermione's eyes as she replied, "You wouldn't." 'But I know very well that he could,' she thought.
He backed away from her. "I come calling, love. Just remember that we're gonna have a nice good snog when I do." He opened the door, walked out, door slamming after him. She waited only for a second before following him, locking the door with a special spell she had invented. She turned and leaned against the door. What was happening to her happy existence?
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"What would you do Ginny?"
"I'd get that restraining order through no matter what he did."
"That's the problem. I got an owl earlier this morning saying that my request for one was terminated, and that they were happy to hear that our relationship turned for the better."
Ginny frowned. Something wasn't right with the man who was pursuing her best friend in the wrong way. "What else did he say?"
Hermione blushed at the memory. "Nothing much; wanted to know why I was getting the forms filed."
"He didn't do anything else?"
"No, just kissed me once."
"That's all? You're absolutely sure, Hermione?"
"Yes, I'm positive." Her face was bright red now. Who'd want to admit to their best friend that, instead of being the prude she had thought she was for so long, she was just as filthy as a slut? He had only said two vulgar words, and she went up in flames. She hadn't been able to get much sleep last night, her mind imprinted with the image of his body on hers. Her body shuddered.
"-because Harry can push it through for you, you know that right?" Ginny sighed, "You're not listening are you? What else did he say Hermione? Did he say anything vulgar?"
"Two words. Besides mudblood."
"What were they?"
Hermione blushed again. "I'm not inclined to say."
Ginny sat back and sighed for the tenth time since their visit. "You want him. It's purely sexual." She suddenly grinned. "Welcome to the world of lust."
Hermione, who was beet red, now, went an even darker shade of red. "I don't need to have it laid bare in front of me."
"No, you just want him to be laid bare in front you."
Ginny watched as her friend's eyes closed, whether in horror, or pleasure, she didn't know. Secretly, Ginny was happy for Hermione. She had an inkling of suspicion that he wanted a long-term relationship with her friend, and she hoped she saw the light and took him.
"Well, it's been great Ginny-"
"Is that sarcasm I hear?"
Hermione laughed her first genuine one in a long time. "No, it's been great. You've put things into perspective for me."
"What are you going to do?"
"Bite the bit, hope he goes away, and try to see the light."
"Gonna put that order back in file?"
Hermione hesitated before answering, "No. I think I'll just ignore him." Ginny nodded in understanding, and waved as her girl-friend gave her leave. She watched the older girl walk to the apparition point; somehow, Ginny didn't think Draco Malfoy was going to go away like Hermione wanted him to.
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Okay, how's that for an update? We see more into Draco's reasoning, and we see a map laid out for later chapters. Anyone want to adventure a guess as to what Draco's next move with Hermione is?
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