Title: Gods In Love
Chapter 9: In which the identity of the listener is revealed and Draco keeps his promise
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: Are you all excited to find out who was a-spyin' on our kinky couple?
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"There was someone there!" said Hermione nervously, swinging around to face Draco. A strange feeling spiked in her stomach at the look he was continuing to give her.
"So what?" he murmured, pulling her close again, obviously still entrenched in desire.
"Look." she said firmly, pulling her wrist out of his grasp. "What if it's someone I know; someone you know?"
Panic snapped Draco out of his trance.
'Merlin...' he thought anxiously to himself, 'What if is was someone I know...' he glanced at Hermione in disgust, 'What was I thinking?'
"Yeah, alright." he said, his voice having grown cold once more. "You can be certain we won't be seen together again." he stood a little straighter, "Whatever would my father say if he knew I was dallying with a mudblood?"
Hermione, now enraged, took off down the hall to class.
'Bastard!' she thought to herself, trying to keep tears from her eyes. 'I shouldn't have expected him to behave any differently I suppose...'
Draco realized stupidly and belatedly that calling the girl he wanted sex from a mudblood, whether she was or not, was really not the best way to get into her pants. Swearing quietly to himself he headed off to Potions as well, there now being a safe distance between Hermione and himself.
Hermione arrived in class and in slipped into her regular seat next to Harry. She angrily began arranging her books and potions materials on the desk in from of her, not looking up when Draco entered the classroom. Having a arrived so late the only empty space left was one next to Hermione. She stubbornly continued organizing her things, refusing to look at him.
Snape entered the classroom a moment later, looking his sullen and greasy self. He unceremoniously dumped his books onto the desk.
"Today," he began, "we'll be discussing the basics of potion creation theory." With a flick of his wand, a few points began outlining themselves on the blackboard. He looked back at the class and continued. "Until this point you've been following potion instructions like the blind ignorant fools you are... I'm hoping to foster in you at least a minimal understanding of the properties of the most common potion ingredients and how combining them in different amounts can highlight or change different properties."
As Snape droned on, outlining the day's exercise, Harry leaned closer to Hermione and asked in a low whisper: "So, has Draco been bothering you again?"
Hermione frowned, looking straight ahead. "No." she whispered in reply, "Why?"
"...Well, he's sitting right next to you." said Harry.
"There was no other space." Hermione replied quickly.
As Harry made a 'Hm'ing noise in response Snape whipped around and glared directly at him.
"Some of you" he said, irritated, "will undoubtably be hopeless at this entire exercise."
Some of the Slytherins in the room chuckled at Snape's obvious insult of Harry. Snape smiled slightly at the response and went on. "This will be especially unfortunate for those of you who require this class as a prerequisite for your higher education."
The stare-down ended as Snape turned to the board to point at the first set of notes.
"Today you will mixing three different and basic potion ingredients in different quantities to discover for yourselves how their properties change. The first ingredient is gurdyroot..."
When Harry was certain Snape had turned his attention away, he spoke to Hermione again.
"Are you sure he hasn't been bugging you?" he asked suspiciously.
"I'm certain." said Hermione, colouring, her voice rising a little.
"Really?" asked Harry, his voice rising as well.
"Really!" said Hermione, louder than she had intended.
Snape stole a glance at the class as he lectured, his eyes narrowed. He'd heard someone, but he didn't know who. Everyone seemed to be studiously scribbling away onto their parchment.
'It's most likely Potter... But I'll have to catch him in the act...' He turned away, his hearing tuned for Harry's voice.
"He threatened you in the hallway upstairs!" whispered Harry, looking desperately into Hermione's eyes. His expression darkened. "If he ever does anything to you, I'll- I'll..."
"That won't be necessary." she said.
"I heard him! Just before class! He told you he was going to 'use your pretty mou-"
"Enough!" she said.
Snape now turned full around.
"Detention." he hissed, pointing his wand first at Hermione and then at Harry. "For the both of you." Their names appeared written in the top right corner of the blackboard.
"Actually." said Draco, speaking up, "It was me. I was teasing Granger."
Snape looked suspiciously at the three of them.
"That is strangely honest of you, Draco." He flicked his wand at the board, Draco's name replacing Harry's.
"But-" began Harry, who was cut off by Snape.
"I can give you detention as well if you wish it, Potter." snarled Snape. "One more word, and you're on the list. Now, take out your ingredients, it's time to begin the exercise."
Harry, remembering his quidditch practice that evening, said nothing. He nervously watched Draco smile, pleased with himself, lighting his cauldron.
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Draco and Hermione sat at desks in the dungeon later that evening staring at the ridiculous number of disgustingly dirty cauldrons from all of the failed mixes during their exercise earlier that day. Their job would be to clean them all; sans magic. Hermione, who found kneeling on the stone floor gave a better angle at the inside of the cauldrons rather that the high desks, was doing so, scrubbing away determinedly. Draco sat at a desk doing nothing. Snape, had notified them he had a few things too take care of around the school, and locking their wands in his desk drawer, he told them he would be back in a half an hour or so, and left them alone with the cauldrons.
Hermione found herself feeling bizarrely uncomfortable around Draco and not sure how to behave. Draco, who was experiencing no such feelings, struck up a conversation.
"So," he began, "did you notice the change in Snape?"
"Come to think..." she replied while continuing to scrub, not wanting to meet Draco's eyes, "I did... He was strangely happy for a bit there wasn't he?" she chuckled to herself, "Actually, the first time Ron saw him smiling he ran to check on Harry, because he was certain the only way Snape would ever be that happy was if he'd finally done Harry in."
Draco's expression grew sour as she mentioned Ron, but a smirk soon flickered onto his face.
"What if I told you I knew why?" he asked.
Hermione looked up from the cauldron. "Do you?" she asked curiously. She began cleaning again, rather more violently. "I mean, it's really none of my business... but... I do admit I did wonder at it..."
"What's the information worth to you?" he asked.
Hermione frowned, certain she could feel him staring into her. "I wasn't that curious." she replied hastily. "Besides," she added haughtily. "I'm sure I could figure it out on my own."
Draco cocked an eyebrow and snorted; amused by the unlikelihood of Hermione actually guessing the true reason for Snape's weeks of joy. "I sincerely doubt it."
"Give me a week." she said, "It's all I need."
"Are you trying to strike some sort of a bargain, Granger?"
Hermione's eyes jumped from the cauldron to Draco's eyes, through which swirled brightly the myriad things he could ask her for if she lost a bet.
"No." she said firmly. "I'm just saying... I won't need longer."
"Hm." replied Draco, poking at the cauldron in front of him. "Pity."
A few minutes of silence passed in which Draco watched Hermione work at cleaning the cauldron. She'd taken off her robes, as the exertion had made them too warm to wear and had rolled up the sleeves of her white button-down shirt. Her tie was flung over her shoulder to keep its bright Gryffindor colours from being stained in cauldron muck.
'If she'd just bend a little further forward...' Draco thought wistfully to himself, 'I'd only have to move over one desk to see straight up her skirt...'
As if sensing his thoughts Hermione turned around to glare at him.
"And why aren't you cleaning?" she asked, irritated. "Did you take Harry's place just to come here and watch me do everything on my own?"
Draco rolled his eyes. "Obviously not." he answered, standing. "But there's no way I'm cleaning these things by hand..." He walked over to the teacher's desk.
Hermione sat back on her feet, dropping the rag she was using into the bottom of the cauldron she had been cleaning. "May I remind you," she said, "that the desk is locked."
"Thank-you for that valuable piece of information." Draco responded snidely. He withdrew from his robes a small silver case, and from the case a set of strange tools. He kneeled before the desk and applied them to the lock.
When Hermione realized what he was doing, she could hardly believe it. "Are you picking the lock?" she asked, shocked both that he was breaking the rules and that he, Draco Malfoy of all people, was using muggle tools. "You know how to use muggle lock-picking tools?"
"Apparently." said Draco fairly emotionlessly, not looking up from his work.
"But... Why would you in particular ever learn how to use muggle tools?"
Draco shrugged, ignoring Hermione's amazement. "As a means to an end, I suppose."
Hermione shook her head at his infuriatingly cryptic answer, still having trouble accepting the act she was witnessing. With a soft click the drawer popped open. Draco raised his eyebrows briefly at Hermione in an expression of 'so there' and withdrew his wand, casting 'scourgify' on all of the cauldrons in the room except the one Hermione was cleaning and the one at Draco's desk.
"We have to look like we're not quite done when he returns, or he won't buy it." said Draco in explanation. He concentrated for a moment and seemed to cast a spell. He quickly replaced his wand in the desk, which locked on its own a few seconds later.
Hermione was impressed. "That was a difficult spell you just cast." she said, "And you did it voicelessly as well. Was that a Clifton delay you placed on the spell, or a Lefevre?"
Draco looked at her blankly. "As if I'd know." he said, sitting back at his desk with the cauldron. "I just saw what needed to be done and did it." He paused, alert. "Snape's coming! Get back to cleaning!"
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Snape entered the room to see Hermione kneeling on the stone floor, scrubbing diligently at the cauldron in front of her. Draco, sitting at one of the desks, had a dirty cauldron in front of him as well that he was working at slowly. The rest of the cauldrons were clean. Snape cleared his throat, addressing them both.
"You've managed to clean nearly all of them." he said, seeming mildly put out.
Draco allowed himself a grin. "Well it's really thanks to Granger." he said, not sounding humble or grateful in the least. "She's awfully good at cleaning the muggle way. Perhaps she works as a maid or something similar during her summers at home..."
Snape chuckled darkly, watching Hermione, with grime up to her elbows and one spot on her cheek, scrubbing the cauldron and trying to ignore them. "Yes." he said in his usual lazy drawl. "She looks so comfortable down there on her knees. A regular little..." he let the words hang a moment, the left side of his mouth stretching into a slack half-smile, before he finished his sentence. "...Cinderella."
Draco snorted laughter in response while Hermione pursed her lips and continued to ignore them, trying to deny the fact that Snape had just made a sexual joke at her expense.
'Used to being on my knees...' she thought angrily, 'Not bloody likely...'
For one strange moment Snape caught the desire in Draco's eyes as he watched Hermione cleaning the cauldron and felt a twisted complicity with the boy. He caught a half-image from Draco's mind of the two of them taking advantage of Hermione's on-her-knees position; he standing before her, Draco kneeling behind... He dismissed it, and looked at Draco in disappointment. The boy had to work on occlumency, and not to mention revise the cast of characters in his fantasies.
"I'll be back in another hour." said Snape, disgust creeping into his voice as he cast a quick charm on the lock on his desk. "As soon as the cauldrons are clean my drawer will unlock itself. If you're done before I return, you may leave."
"Yes sir." said Draco. The second Snape had left the room Draco rose from his desk and picked the lock again. It was as simply as "Scourgify!" and the cauldrons were cleaned.
"I wanted to finish this one." said Hermione, looking down at the clean cauldron with disappointment.
"You really do enjoy punishment, don't you?" asked Draco, walking towards her.
She looked away, "I was talking during class. I deserved detention." she said stubbornly, speaking around his question.
"I'll punish you then." he said with a smirk.
'What a ridiculously cheesy thing to say.' thought Hermione, but the disdain faded from her mind as she watched Draco walking towards her, his pale eyes full of lust.
She moved to stand.
"Oh, no." he said. "You'll be staying where you are." He caressed her face gently and with a flick of his wand whispered down to her: "Encarcelus."
Ropes sprung from his wand, binding her wrists and ankles.
"Now," he said, unzipping his pants with a chuckle in the back of his throat, "let's try this again."
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Harry hurried from Quidditch practice, muttering to himself as he went.
"Bloody git... better not touch her... If he does I'm gonna..."
The site that met his eyes as he opened the door to Snape's dungeon classroom left him shocked and mute. Draco Malfoy stood at the front of the classroom, leaning against the teacher's desk, thrusting rapidly into Hermione's mouth. She was bound at the wrist and the ankle, and Draco held onto a handful of her curly brown hair. His thrusts suddenly slowed in an exaggerated way, his movements uneven, his back arched, his eyes squeezed shut, his body rigid from pleasure as he grasped Hermione's hair tighter.
"Mm, Merlin..." he moaned, slowing his thrusts further and withdrawing from her mouth. Harry watched him smile menacingly down at Hermione as he tucked himself back into his pants, "I told you'd I'd use your pretty mouth the way I wanted to."
Draco glanced up to see Harry standing in the doorway.
His green eyes blazed with fury, he was breathing heavily and his wand was at the ready.
"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" he yelled.
Draco, realizing the utter honesty with which Harry spoke, reached desperately for his wand.
"EXPELIARMUS!" cast Harry before Draco could get a decent grasp of his wand, sending it flying across the room, and Draco smashing into Snape's desk, wincing in pain at the impact of his lower back to the edge of the desk. Harry marched forward, a berserker's mindless rage in his eyes, and grabbed Draco by the front of his robes, shoving him to the desk onto his back. He raised his wand.
"I'm going to end your life painfully." Harry whispered.
Fear lit Draco's eyes. 'He's cracked. He'll do me for sure...'
Harry took a breath, preparing to cast God knows what dreadful spell when Hermione cried out:
"STOP IT!"
Harry turned, his expression frightening Hermione.
"You're defending him?!" he asked, "After what he did to you?"
Panic entered her mind. 'I have to tell him...' she thought, 'I have to tell him or he might really kill him...'
The idea of telling her friends about her relationship with Draco had been dismissed from her mind as a nonpossibility. The idea of telling her friends about the exact nature of the relationship she had with Draco had fled her thoughts even more quickly, as she knew none of them would understand it; least of all Harry.
Harry stared through her, waiting for her answer.
"I- It's, I mean..." She searched for the words that would make this situation better, but none came. She looked downwards in shame. "It's- it's consensual Harry."
"What?" he asked, his voice an angry whisper.
She boldly met his gaze. "It's consensual."
Harry released Draco and rounded on Hermione. "You're telling me you let him tie you up and- and do this to you?!"
"YES!" yelled Hermione.
Harry only looked angrier. "You let a great bloody creep like Draco Malfoy tie you up and take advantage of you? Do you really expect me to believe th-"
Hermione cut him off, her anger now matching his. "I LET HIM TIE ME UP AND I LIKED IT, OK?!"
Draco, still lying on the desk, grinned, a shiver of excitement running through him. His eyes flicked joyfully about the mouldy ceiling of the dungeon as he revelled in his victory.
'She admits it; take that Potter...'
An awkward silence fell in the dungeon.
Harry cast a quick spell to cut Hermione's bonds. He helped her to her feet by her upper arm like a father would a misbehaving child and began steering her from the room.
"We need to talk." he growled. "Right now."
He cast a murderous glance back at Draco, who had sat up and was fixing his robes. Draco froze as Harry pointed his wand at him in warning, his eye twitching slightly.
"I'll... I'll deal with you later."
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"Why?!" asked Harry, confused and angry that his best friend would be sexually involved with his worst enemy.
Hermione wrenched herself from Harry's grasp as the entered the empty hallway.
"I want to have sex, alright? I don't want to be a virgin anymore!"
Harry seemed uncomfortable, but she carried on. "He and I have a 94 percent compatibility; who better than him to take my virginity?"
"For God's sake Hermione," said Harry, exasperated, "if that's all you want, anyone is better than Draco Malfoy. I mean, even I'd be better."
They looked at each other for a moment, half-considering, half-wondering.
Hermione made a strange face and Harry shook his head, saying, "Just forget I ever said that."
"Yeah just..."
"Just no."
"Agreed."
"Too weird."
"WAY too weird."
They considered each other a moment longer. Hermione shrugged and stepped a little closer to Harry..
"... I'll admit I'm a little curious though." she said.
Harry nodded, taking a step forward and placing his hands on her shoulders. "Yeah... me too..." he said.
"But Ginny." said Hermione plainly.
"Yeah." said Harry, in firm agreement. "Ginny."
For all the curiosity in the world neither of them could bring themselves to betray her.
Hermione coughed, and Harry removed his hands.
"What on Earth were we talking about?" he asked.
"Draco." she answered.
Harry sighed. "Look Hermione, sex isn't a very good reason to be with someone..."
Hermione narrowed her eyes in irritation. "I'm not 'with' him Harry... we're only fooling around... It's not as though I want to marry him or something..."
Once again torn between emotions, Harry crossed his arms, looking everywhere but at Hermione. "I guess it's just kinda weird to think of you having sex at all, let alone strange kinky sex with Draco Malfoy..."
She slapped Harry across the face, tears springing to her eyes. "Strange to think of me having sex is it?!" she asked angrily. "I'm not some asexual bookworm you know! I'm- I'm a young woman!"
Harry was bewildered and completely out of his depth. "That's not what I meant 'Mione, I swear-"
"I don't think I want to talk to you right now." she said simply, furiously, and walked away.
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A/N: Oh no! A rift between buddies! Will Harry apologize to Hermione? Will their little talk cause Hermione to reevaluate her ... whatever she has with Draco? Will Harry (GASPunthinkable) tell Ron about it? ... and what on Earth is Deia planning for Snape? I sure wish I knew! lol.
Sorry about the delay folks, I hope to get some more of this up soon :)
Hope you all had great holidays!
Planeswalker