Title: Gods In Love
Chapter 6: In which two move forward, and one steps sideways into the unknown
Disclaimer: I do not own J.K Rowling's magical world of witches and wizards, or any of the characters in it. If you know the series, you will be able to pick out which characters are mine.
Description: In their seventh year, a wizarding sex shop opens for business in Hogsmeade, causing tension among the students and leading to unusual events and pairings (Ron x Hermione x Draco, Snape x ??).
A/N: NaNo's over! I'm back!!
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Hermione sat down next to Ron on the bed and kissed him. His nose shone bright red. She pulled of his jumper and began unbuttoning her blouse.
Ron was somewhere between cloud nine and heaven.
'God it's like my dream...' he thought, watching her hurriedly peel her clothing off in front of him. 'Black bra... mm...'
She straddled him and pushed him over onto the bed, wearing only her skirt and bra, and then continued to kiss him. Ron hesitantly placed a hand at the curve of her waist.
'Her skin is so smooth...'
She could feel Ron growing hard beneath her, and ground into him. He moaned, his nose flickering faintly red again. She grabbed her wand off the bedside table and dismissed the charm.
"There." she said. "Better." Now sitting up straight she ground her hips into him once more. Ron moved his hands down to her hips and encouraged the motion. The friction was driving him insane- wanted her now.
He rolled her over on the bed and took a moment to stand and unbutton and remove his jeans, also yanking off his boxers.
'Impressive.' thought Hermione dimly about his arousal, the alcohol continuing the fog her mind. 'I hope it doesn't hurt too much...' She oriented herself properly on the bed, having been perpendicular to it to this point.
Ron climbed onto the bed, hiked up her skirt and pulled her panties down around her ankles. He moved atop her, kissing her with fervour.
"I'm going to- to do it, ok?" he whispered in her ear.
"Ok." she whispered back, waiting.
Waiting.
'Just do it. Do it!' she thought anxiously. She could feel him against her, preparing to enter.
Waiting.
"I'm sorry Hermione." he said quietly. "I can't." He rolled off her to the side, walking around the bed to collect his boxers and put them back on.
She sat up in bed. "What?!" she asked, confused and irritated. "I thought you wanted me!"
Ron looked up and down her naked form, sighing in frustration, his eyes wide with desire.
"I do. I really, really do. Believe me." He reached for his jeans, stumbling as he tried to put a leg into one of the pantholes. "I just- this goes against everything... for me. You know? I like you Hermione. I don't the first time we have sex to be random and meaningless."
She looked up at him, sighed, and then began gathering her clothes from the floor and putting it back on.
"Yeah." she said quietly, "What was I thinking?"
Again fully dressed, Ron sat next to Hermione on the edge of the bed.
"What do you say-" he asked, somewhat hesitantly, "that we go out like a proper couple? And come to this slowly? If you want- I mean." he finished hurriedly.
Hermione smiled at him. "Ok Ron." She seemed suddenly exhausted. "Let's go back to Hogwarts."
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A few weeks had passed since Halloween. Draco sat eating breakfast in the Great Hall. Again, his thoughts drifted back to Hermione Granger on the night of the Halloween dance.
He had only meant to scare her (or had he truly intended more?), but he couldn't forget the feeling. It was with him when he woke, in class and certainly, inevitably, it wound its way into his dreams, leaving him hard and unsatisfied every morning since, anointed in the cold sweat produced by his visions.
She had been terrified, but still defiant; he had expected nothing less.
No, it was not that. It was the fact that she had trembled against him but struggled insufficiently to escape his grasp.
She had wanted it.
Draco groaned, his mouth full of toast, his eyes squeezed shut.
"The toast isn't that good Draco..." said Pansy, rolling her eyes. Crabbe guffawed.
"Shut up, you great oaf." he directed to Crabbe. He sent a glare Pansy's way and stood, taking his last piece of toast with him. "Bitch..." he muttered under his breath as he walked away, not caring if she heard him or not.
Not looking where he was going he walked straight into Snape. Draco looked up, realizing whom he'd run into and began apologizing frantically. The last thing he needed was Snape angry at him.
"Professor! I'm so sorry! I-"
Snape interrupted him, his voice rather more languid than usual. "Forget it Draco." With a smile he continued down the hall.
Draco stood in shock.
'He smiled? He actually just smiled?! What they hell could have made him so happy...'
And it hadn't be a nasty, sarcastic, thinking-about-ways-to-maim-you smile. It had been a contented, relaxed, happy smile. Malfoy looked closer. 'His hair is clean?! Something big is going on...' A thought struck Draco. 'Is it possible he could have...? Do I even want to...?' Again, curiosity won. Draco pulled his SMF from his pocket at scanned Snape.
- Ability: Great
- Potential: Excellent
- He/She can improve by: being more confident, practising
- He/She prefers his/her partners to be: female; curvaceous, aggressive
- His/Her tendencies are to be: hesitant, but slowly becoming more dominant and aggressive
- Specific target at the moment is: Lady Catseye (repeat partner)
- Total partners: 3 [Further breakdown provided upon request
- Characteristics of his/her ideal partner would be: high skill level, enjoys being both dominant and submissive, is encouraging
Current compatibility with Loki: 4
'Merlin's balls... Snape lost his virginity...WHAT?! Our compatibility went UP a percent?! What the hell?!'
Draco's mind raced through the implications.
'But then, with who? ... with a STUDENT?!' Draco shuddered, imagining some twisted little female student going down to Snape's office for 'extra help'. '...ugh.'
At once Draco felt it was his duty to inform some member of authority, but realized the way he had obtained his information wasn't exactly 'legal' either. It was certainly his fault for inserting him into the SMF database... Heading off to class he stewed over it. He reached into his robes for his wand to shut off the SMF and realized again that the wand wasn't his. Their wands had been switched in the scuffle.
'Great.' he thought, his mood darkening further. 'I forgot that I still have the stupid mudblood's wand...'
Draco was mildly surprised she hadn't contacted him to switch them back, and he certainly wasn't going to make contact with her. He'd sooner use her wand until he died than ask her to meet him somewhere. He did have to admit to himself his barely mediocre magic was worsening without his own wand... but he wouldn't- couldn't be the first to surrender his ferocious pride. He had to try twice to shut the SMF off. Jamming the wand back into his robes and grumbling, he headed of to class.
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Ron and Hermione had been dating for nearly two months, and surprisingly to some but not others, their relationship on its most basic level hadn't changed greatly. They did couply things like holding hands, and certainly often snuck away together to make out at which times they became like completely different people. Hermione desperately wanted Ron to go farther, to be less considerate of her, and Ron continued being sweet and gentle.
All in all they were having a difficult time synthesizing their lives thus far as friends and their current state as boyfriend and girlfriend.
Toward the end of November, in Ron's dorm room while everyone was off at Hogsmeade, things heated up between them for the first time. Ron was nervous, but his shyness had been quickly eroded by his immense attraction to her Hermione and her ceaseless and unsubtle hints. They spent the afternoon in various states of undress, kissing, touching and just being close to each other. Ron, as always, was gentle, sweet and considerate, which was admirable on its own, but entirely the opposite of what Hermione wanted. She felt doubts immediately, but was certain everything would improve with time.
The truth was, Hermione was rushing the physical side of their relationship because she found herself thinking about Draco far too much, but attributed it to the fact she still had his wand. Her marks had begun to drop. Her teachers believed it caused by the onset of young love and thought nothing more of it. Hermione knew otherwise, but couldn't bring herself to contact Draco. This was NEWT year; every mark mattered, and after Christmas they would have a series of partial exams.
She needed her wand back.
For over a month of Hermione dropped obvious hints about how she enjoyed aggressiveness. Ron obliged her every now and then, but midway through a session would revert to his usual gentleness. Things continued this way until one lazy afternoon during Christmas break after making out in the deserted Gryffindor common room. As they lay together in front of the fire, Ron's arm around Hermione's waist, anxiety overcame pride. This relationship wasn't what she wanted. She feared Ron was frightfully close to saying things like 'I love you' and didn't feel she could answer honestly in return. She loved him as a dear friend, of course, and enjoyed the time she spent with him, but desperately wanted to up the physical element of their relationship; a thing that Ron seemed unwilling to do. Hermione sighed nervously. Ron took it for a sigh of satisfaction, and pulled her closed, wrapping the blanket more tightly around them.
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Later that night, Hermione found herself wandering the halls out of bed. She'd felt the need to be alone, and the common room had been full of students celebrating the end of the holidays. She found herself wandering randomly, practising and failing more often than succeeding at various voiceless spells she was expected to know for the upcoming tests.
She shoved the wand back in her pocket, and turned back for the Gryffindor dorms. There, standing in front of her was Dumbledore.
"Oh!" she cried. "I'm sorry Headmaster, I know I shouldn't be out of bed. I'm going right now."
He put a hand on her shoulder. "We all need to wander the halls sometimes." he said. "And it is the last few days of holiday, so we may as well enjoy them." He paused a moment. "I noticed you are having some difficulties with your spells."
"Erm, yes." she said, giving the same excuse she'd been giving herself, "I've just been distracted lately, that's all..."
Dumbledore smiled. "I believe the trouble you're having is being caused by your wand; rather, I believe your wand may have been switched by accident."
She looked down at the wand and started, pretending to 'notice for the first time' it wasn't hers. "I- I can't believe I didn't notice." she stuttered lamely. "I'm so stupid..."
Seeming convinced or feigning it impressively Dumbledore smiled sagely and shook his head. "Even very bright people make mistakes." he said, "Why, in my youth I spent two weeks trying to cast spells with a rather formidably carved pencil before I realized the reason for my failures."
Hermione looked deeper into Dumbledore's bright eyes, trying desperately to divine whether or not he was joking. He spoke on. "I trust you know who it belongs to?"
"I do." said Hermione, her expression darkening.
"How wonderful." said Dumbledore, removing his hand from her shoulder, and beginning to walk in the opposite direction. "You can return it right after break then."
"Of course." she said, dread weighing her down.
Dumbledore stopped a moment, and turned to face her. "You're really rather fortunate. It took me three weeks to determine who had swapped my wand for the pencil and one further to locate him."
As he turned to continue down the hall, she saw the light of a merry glint in his eye.
"Enjoy the rest of your holiday, Ms. Granger." he said, and was gone.
Hermione returned to the Gryffindor dorms and went up to her room to sleep with the certainty of knowledge that she had to contact Draco as soon as the break was over.
Dumbledore was right, she admitted to herself. He was always right.
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The day classes began after the Christmas holidays, as Draco prepared to go to class, when he picked up his SMF to throw it into a pocket in his robes, he felt it was unusually warm.
'Mm...' he thought happily, 'It seems I have a bite...'
He'd been messaging several girls over the holidays, hoping one of them show sufficient interest to wish to meet him. The screen read: You have a message from Athene
His pale eyes narrowed. 'Granger. What they hell could she-?' He's had Hermione's wand for so long he'd nearly forgotten. His lips twisted into a grin as he read the message: I need my wand back.
He chuckled to himself as he grabbed his books and walked out the door of his room.
'I win...'
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Hermione waiting in vain for a reply all morning, but none came.
'Maybe he doesn't have his SMF anymore.' she thought, worried, 'Maybe I'll have to go find him...' The thought turned her stomach. And what if Ron saw her talking to him? He'd lose it. 'If only he'd tap more of that temper in the bedroom.' she thought to herself, bemused.
As she sat down to lunch, she felt the SMF grow warm in her pocket.
The reply read: Fine, but I don't want to be seen with you. Where do we meet?
Hermione flushed in anger. It wasn't as though she wanted to be seen with him either. It wasn't as though she even wanted to go near him if she didn't have to.
She composed a quick response: Do you know the Room of Requirement?
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Two days later in the afternoon, the day of her test, she headed toward the Room of Requirement between classes. Draco had demanded that she be there a full half hour before him so no one would associate their presence. When she entered the room it was bright, with a marble floor and many wooden chairs and little end tables with books and magazines. In the centre of the room were a few larger tables with chairs. On the walls were many clocks, perhaps a few hundred, all set to different times. One of them, labelled 'Hogwarts' was red. Minus the ridiculous amount of clocks, it reminded her of a cross between a train station waiting room she'd once been in and a library study room. She had a seat at one of the tables and pulled out some homework to do while she waited.
Half an hour later (to the minute, according to the red clock) Draco entered the room. He could hardly keep the smirk off his face.
Irate at his smarminess, Hermione stood, withdrawing his wand from her pocket as she walked around the table to thrust it toward him.
"Here." she said aggressively. He took it and handed her her own. She began jamming her books back into her bag as quickly as she could, all the while able to feel his eyes upon her. Why was he still here? The clocks ticked on through the silence but offered no reply.
"So-" he began, the same superior tone to his voice as always. "are you enjoying your mediocre compatibility with the Weasley?"
She stopped what she was doing and walked to face him, his cocky grin faltering momentarily as she looked him straight in the eye. After a moment, she replied.
"As a matter of fact," she said, "I am."
The lie was bold and clear in her eyes, and he saw it.
He saw every aching inch of her true desire.
He grabbed her by the wrist and then by the back of her neck, pulling her into a crushing kiss. She cried out at first, but submitted without resistance. After weeks of Ron's gentle sweetness this was exactly what she wanted; rough, unfiltered passion without sentiment. She was surprised as she felt the table behind her. The kiss stopped a moment. Draco released her wrist and slammed his hand down onto the table beside her, making her jump. He chuckled, his grey eyes gleaming with mischief and ill intent as he bit her lip and kissed her again. She grasped the front of his robes, just wanting to feel him closer; deeper.
She came to her senses and pushed him away, her mouth working but no sound coming out.
Tick, tock.
He waited.
"I- I don't want this." she said.
As if in response Draco lifted her up onto the table into one motion. He looked at her solemnly, his expression woven with anger, desire and confusion.
"Neither do I." he said.
She hesitated a moment, in the awkward unsilence filled by sound of the clocks, and then grabbed him by the front of the robes, pulling him to stand between her legs and initiating the kiss anew, which grew more frenzied and violent.
In the midst of it all, her rational mind surfaced.
'The test. Class is starting any time now.'
She stopped the kiss again. He looked expectant and impatient.
"I have a test. Right now." She turned to grab her bookbag, feeling him standing behind her. She turned to face him again. He seemed to be trying his best to keep his expression neutral, but looked a little irritated. She slipped under his arms, braced on the table.
"I'm... going now." she turned to leave, feeling strange about the whole situation and incredibly anxious about her test, hoping having her wand back would be enough. She was certain she had the technique of it down right, it was just that when she went to cast the spell there was no result or it was poor and-
"Wait."
It was Draco's voice. She had already forgotten his presence, so caught up in thoughts about school. She turned to face him, his expression strained. Obviously it had cost him to call out to her.
"Yes?"
"Meet me again." he said in a rush. "Tomorrow at the same time."
She bit her lip, still thinking, and left the room without answering.
Tick, tock.
Draco stumbled back at sat on the table, reaching a hand into his robes and down his pants to stroke himself.
'The bitch.' he thought to himself, grasping harder, 'Useless, stuck-up slut of a mudblood.'
He gasped, realizing he needed to slow before he came right there in the empty room into his pants. He withdrew his hand, tilting his head back, closing his eyes and trying to calm himself. It was no use; he could still feel her small body again him, her hands clutching at the front of his robes, her moans against his lips. His arousal throbbed in his pants. He sat still, his breathing uneven, trying to forget her. Minute after minute, tick piled upon tock until a quarter of an hour passed thus in failure to clear his mind. He decided to skip his next class, and return to the dorms for a cold shower. He couldn't help glance back at the room as he left.
Would she come to meet him?
Tick.
Tock.
Time would tell.
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A/N: The first thing I have to say: Oh, to be the 'twisted little female student going down to Snape's office' XD ... I could use some 'extra help' from him any day ;) Lol
Sorry about the delay, updates should be a little more frequent... but not much, as all the work I should have done last month while writing the novel... I have to do this month. Doh.
PLEASE review :D I love to hear your thoughts and ideas!!
Until soon,
Planeswalker