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get off your lazy arse, pop out that kid, and get working on the sixth
book. Due to the long over a year wait on numero cinco, I'm expecting this
one to be out as scheduled; August 2003. I'll take no later.
NOTE: I APOLOGIZE, okay?! My computer broke Friday night as I was finishing up this chapter, and not only did I lose half and have to rewrite it, but my daddy didn't fix my 'puter till Sunday... which is why this is so late getting out. I'm sorry!
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"You MONSTER! As infatuated as you are with that miniature beast of burden, I'm surprised you're not a bit more sympathetic toward others of its species." Filch smirked.
"I'd direct that statement to yourself if I were you, Miss Granger. Come Precious." Ms. Norris mewed and followed her master down the corridor. Hermione scowled after them, then turned away, toward Draco. Eglamour was still shaking and she concentrated on calming him down.
Draco lifted a hand and lightly stroked the tiny kitten, comforting him as Hermione was. Then, she looked up at him.
"What do you think Filch was implying by that last thing he said?" Draco stopped his absent petting of Eglamour, leaving his hand in mind stroke. He looked absolutely clueless. "You don't think he means Harry and Ron, do you? As if they deserve sympathy... but how would he even know about that?" She shivered. "Creepy."
"I don't know, but I agree, yes, creepy is a great adjective to describe Filch. Filthy is another one. And twisted... grimy, unhygienic, obsessive, jealous, rotten, lunatic. That about covers it, I'd say."
"You forgot barbaric." He smiled.
"My mistake. Come on, Hermione; let's get out of here, hm?" She nodded and started down the hall, Draco at her side. Eglamour would be locked in the common room until she could find a way to get at Ms. Norris...hm... Do they rent out basilisks?
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CHAPTER TWELVE: Two-Dollar Whore
Hermione and Draco sat in the mini-common room with Eglamour, who was cleaning himself after a feast of a dinner. Hermione had felt sorry for him, almost being attacked by a much bigger female and all, and had given him almost half her week's worth of cat groceries. It didn't matter; he could eat food from the great hall for a few days if necessary.
Draco was quietly doing his homework on the floor, much to his displeasure. Homework was not one of his favorite past times. He'd tried to use the spell when Hermione wasn't looking, but as she'd said, the fact that he didn't know the answers made all the work null and void. So, with a sigh and a scowl, he began the assignments.
Hermione had done every assignment in all of her textbooks over the summer and now only had the spur of the moment essay here and there to do. Decidedly, Hermione procrastinated. Draco had had a good laugh over that; the great and knowledgeable Hermione Granger putting off an assignment, but she'd just stuck her tongue out and ignored him. She had planning to do; there was no time for petty essays.
Hermione was sitting cross legged on the couch; she'd been writing for a few minutes, but was surprised to find it very difficult. The entries in her notebook didn't seem as important anymore... she hadn't gotten a real urge since the train ride... since she'd met Draco. A little strange, but in a good way, she supposed. The book was still for her eyes only; she wasn't quite ready to let anyone read what she'd written quite yet... but when she did, she had a feeling she knew who'd be the first. The one man who swore he'd be the last.
She looked over at Draco, wearing his glasses and a rock hard frown as he calculated the Arithmancy problems. It was obvious he loathed the subject. Hermione would have asked why he bothered to take it, but she had a feeling he wouldn't want to be interrupted. Instead, she sighed as quietly as possible and leaned back on the couch.
"Ow! Dammit!" she said sharply, quickly sitting back up and looking down at her palm. Draco looked up, alarmed, when he heard her.
"What?" he asked curiously and Hermione grimaced.
"This isn't going to feel good," she mumbled before digging in her pocket for her wand. She was holding the other hand unmoving and Draco looked a little worried. He said nothing, simply watching as Hermione pointed the magic stick toward her evidently injured wrist. She bared her teeth. "Extractos," she said, sounding almost a little scared, then made a small moan of discomfort as her spell took effect.
Draco watched with full attention as a tiny silver rod slid easily from Hermione's wrist, followed by a small red drop of blood. She sighed when it was fully removed and plucked the stick from the air.
"Pin."
"Yep, noticed that," Draco said with a smile and she laughed.
"Yeah," Hermione breathed, then placed the pin between her teeth as she massaged away the blood droplet, which had gotten a tad bigger.
"You okay?" She laughed.
"Rn't I allays?" she asked, her words distorted by her immovable mouth. Draco smiled.
"Yeah, I forgot. Why in god's name was there a pin in the couch?" Hermione plucked the painful poker from her teeth before answering.
"How the hell should I know? I just hope there aren't anymore. That fucking hurt. Okay, maybe it didn't hurt that much, but it sure wasn't fun." Draco shook his head, smiled, and turned back down to his book.
Hermione held the pin before her, studying it as if it were a science experiment. It was a normal sewing pin; complete with tiny opening at the head and a small bit of red thread. Red? Now that didn't make sense at all. There was nothing red in the room, much less the couch itself. In fact, the only red fabric in the entire dorm was her bed sheets and the Gryffindor blanket downstairs. She knew it wasn't from the sheets, and the blanket was an entirely different shade of red.
Hermione shook her head. Sure, it was strange, but not worth wasting time contemplating. She moved on to the pin itself. It really had hurt a little... any contusion made by metal always left her with a throbbing twang. Each time she needed 'ink' she felt it. She'd felt it with this pin as well. Then Hermione thought of something and put a quirk in her brow. She moved so that the top of her thighs were to her chest, then brought the needle to the unbroken skin of her knee. She took a small breath and gave the pin a little push.
"What the hell are you doing, Granger?" Draco asked from the floor and Hermione jumped slightly; she hadn't known he was still watching her. With a sigh, she shrugged.
"Bored." She pushed the pin a tad more. Surprisingly, it didn't hurt. Now she was on a mission. How long would it take for the pain to come?
"You are one fucked up individual, Granger. First you complain about a little prick by this pin, then you purposely cause another. What are you playing at?"
"It doesn't hurt here," she said quietly, pushing the pin a tad more. It was half way in, and still no pain.
"You're freaking me out again, Granger."
"Yeah, I seem to do that a lot, don't I?" she asked with a smirk as she pushed the pin a little more.
"I noticed that too," Draco said in a somewhat nervous tone. "Would you stop that, please?"
"In a minute, I have to finish it now," Hermione said and gave the pin one last hard push. It was now entirely in her knee, and still there was no pain. "That is so weird," she said to herself, not even noticing the grimace on Draco's face. She straightened her leg slowly. "Ah... okay, THAT hurts. Extractos." Again, the tiny pin removed itself from her flesh. Hermione sighed. "We should go; it's almost seven." She stood up and sighed, then started toward the door. Draco watched her go, a contorted look of displeasing amazement on his face. "Coming?" Hermione asked as she stopped at the stairs. Draco blew his breath out sharply. She sure was something. Anyone who could get that kind of a rise out of him was definitely something special. He stood, leaving his glasses on the floor, and followed her; although he didn't really have a choice.
Eglamour tried to follow them out, but Hermione shook a finger at him.
"You've already caused too much trouble today, Eg. Sorry, but you're going to have to stay here." Eglamour mewed his disapproval, but then turned and jumped into one of the chairs, curling up and going back to sleep.
Hermione smiled up at Draco, then turned and made her way down the stairs. Draco followed, looking up. The stone on the ceiling was actually quite nice; black and polished, with the same glittering specks the white walls held. It was surprising that he'd never noticed it before.
Because he wasn't paying attention, Draco ran smack into Hermione. He was about to apologize, but she held up a finger to quiet him. Draco looked confused.
"Shh... look," Hermione said and pointed into the common room. Draco looked where she indicated and couldn't hold back the smirk that fought its way out. Mandy and Morag were together in the common room, blatantly snogging on the couch. Needless to say, they hadn't noticed their fellow prefects descend the stairs. Both their attention and their mouths were focused on... other matters.
Draco saw this as an opportunity. He started toward the couch, but Hermione caught his arm, pulling him past the preoccupied prefects and toward the portrait door. Although somewhat reluctantly, Draco complied; he quietly followed her. Once outside, he stuck out his lip.
"What'd you do that for? That could have been fun!" he pouted as they started toward the dungeons and Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Oh, come on... did you really want to interrupt... that?" she asked, slightly disgusted, and Draco smiled.
"Hell yeah."
"Would YOU want to be interrupted?"
"If I were snogging Brocklehurst? Damn straight." Hermione laughed. "Seriously; you ever see that happening; there's a tranquilizer gun under my bed. Do procreation a favor and shoot the hell out of me."
"And I freak YOU out?" Draco shrugged and Hermione shook her head. "I didn't even know they were a couple."
"Neither did I," he agreed and she looked curiously up at him.
"Then why did you think kissing her would make him jealous?" Draco smirked.
"I knew he liked her, I just didn't know she liked him back."
"Maybe she didn't know if she liked him back or not," Hermione suggested with a smirk and Draco looked suspiciously at her.
"Maybe he just wanted to know how she felt before he told her how he did," he predicted and Hermione smiled.
"Well, maybe she wasn't ready to tell him quite yet."
"Are we still talking about the winers?" Hermione looked innocently confused.
"Why of course, who else would we be talking about?" she asked with a smile and Draco shook his head.
"No one."
"Hm. So, about this detention. When we get in there, you're going to have to help me think of something. Critical thinking is not one of my strong points. Hands on, researching, extensive thought creativity yes, but not spontaneous. And I don't know how long we'll have."
"Hours and hours and hours... we'll be lucky if we're out in time for this breakfast plan of yours." Hermione laughed.
"In that case, maybe I won't need your help." Not wanting to be left by the wayside, Draco contradicted her.
"Oh, I don't know. I said the detention would be hours... I never said we'd have hours of free time. Snape is going to think of something brutally tedious for us to do... and he won't let us leave until we're finished."
"You worry too much. If the detention is hours long, I'll have plenty of time. Come now, we'll be late," she said and but a little speed in her step. Draco groaned.
"Oh, god forbid." Hermione laughed.
"You're such a stubborn ass," she teased and Draco smirked.
"Wouldn't you like to know." Hermione put on a seductive smile and raised an eyebrow. Draco just kept his smirk. With a pout and a shrug, the flirtatious Gryffindor turned ahead, making sure her hair spun around her, and picked up her step, adding a tad more sway in her hips. The little move with that luscious hair sent a wave of peppery lemon heaven in Draco's direction. He slowed slightly as he savored it, then hurried to catch up to her. "Tease," he mumbled and she smirked.
"And a damn good one if I do say so myself," she added proudly as she pushed open the door to the potions classroom. Draco just shook his head, smiling as he watched her. Hermione raised her eyebrows. "Come, come," she said and spun into the room, heading directly for professor Snape's desk.
Snape wasn't there.
"Okay, and you were worried about being late; he's not even here yet," Draco said as he stepped into the room, and the door slammed closed behind him. "Or maybe he is."
"There's a note, genius," she said and held the slip of paper out to him.
*Miss Granger, Mr. Malfoy;
Please place your wands on my desk. I am not trying to trick you; I know you know they will stay there. Your task will not be disclosed until both wands are securely fastened to my desk, and the door will not open until your task has been completed, so I suggest you simply comply if you plan on leaving before my first class tomorrow.*
That was it, there was nothing more. With a shrug, Hermione took out her wand and placed it on Snape's desk. Unsurprisingly, an army of magic ropes sprung up and tied it tightly to the wood.
"Hm," she said, then turned to her Slytherin comrade. "Well, do what he says so we can get this over with." Draco looked a little uneasy. Hermione sighed. "Come on, I promise it won't be as bad as it sounds."
"How do you know?" he asked, but took out his wand and tossed it on the desk. It snapped straight, making a parallel line with Hermione's, then the magic ropes tied his as well. She smiled.
"I just do. Give me the note," she said and took it from his hand. As she suspected, it continued.
*Good, good. I hope that wasn't too painful. Now, the wall on the left side of the room should have opened. If it hasn't, please make sure that there is at least three feet between the both of you and the wall. *
Hermione looked up. Sure enough, Draco was standing about three inches from the left wall. With a roll of her eyes, she moved him.
"Draco, do me a favor and get your slimy Slytherin arse over here," she scolded, then smirked. Draco did the same and moved toward her.
"Yes, my league." Hermione looked up and shook her head as the wall began to move. She looked back to the note.
*As you may have noticed, I have acquired quite a mess here. Your task is to clean, organize, and file all papers in my closet. If you dig, you'll find the filing cabinets. Everything you will need to do this job can be found under the sink. Happy punishment. Your wands will be returned when you've finished, and the door will open in three hours.
Professor Snape*
"Damn," Draco said as he looked past the now opened wall. A wall of papers behind it made the brick unneeded; there were literally thousands of boxes and papers strewn about the small alcove, as well as various other items and about three inches of dust. Hermione sighed.
"Well, let's get started. Here," she said, folding the paper and placing it in her pocket. Hermione turned to Draco, who was standing behind her, and twisted a black and silver ring off her finger. She held it out to him and Draco took it, looking genuinely confused. Instead of explaining, Hermione spun and stepped toward the alcove.
She waved her hand and the papers began to move themselves from the closet to the other side of the room, letting them gain access to the inner workings of the tiny room. Draco's mouth dropped. He was staring at her hand, noticing that she wore a ring identical to that she had given him.
"Well?" Hermione said, turning back to him. "Aren't you going to help me?"
"How the hell did you do that, Granger?"
"How come I always become Granger when I do or say something you don't understand?" she asked a bit sourly, then turned and began cleaning again. The removal of the wall of papers only gave way to more of the concentrated filth. It was no cleaner behind the next layer, either.
"I'm sorry," Draco said, somewhat quietly and Hermione smiled. She wasn't facing him and he didn't see, but she liked it that way. She replaced her indifferent frown and turned to look at him, doing that trick with her hair that doused Draco in a wave of her scent.
"It's okay. Now, come help me. I didn't give you that for nothing," she said, pointing to the ring in his hand, then returned to her work.
"Right... about that. Slight problem. One) I have no idea what this is or what it does, much less why you've given it to me. Two) I don't know how the hell you just did that without your wand, and Three) I don't really see why you need my help." Hermione sighed exasperatedly.
"One) That is an ordinary ring, made by a muggle, which I purchased at a gothic clothing store. I've charmed it to channel my natural magic and force objects to obey my every whim; no spells necessary. Very convenient in situations like this. Only problem is, it'll only move things; I can't hex people with it. I can throw them out the window, but I can't hex them. I gave you the ring so you could help me. Two) I have two. The one in your hand, and the one on my finger. This is how I moved that stuff. Three) I don't need your help, but it'll go twice as fast if I have it. If you don't want to help me, that's just fine. Give my ring back so I can use both hands," Hermione explained in a quick paced sand storm of words and Draco took a moment to figure out what she'd said.
"Oh."
"So, can I have my ring back? Or are you going to literally lift a finger to help?"
"No need to initiate guilt trip mode, Hermione; I'll help you. Just tell me how to work this thing." She smiled; this time, so he could see.
"Just put it on and... I don't know, think what you want something to do and point at it... and it does it. Easy enough. Might want to use your pinky." Draco mocked a sarcastic laugh and did as she asked. Much to Hermione's amusement, he actually did have to wear the tiny ring on his pinky. "There you go. Go ahead now."
Draco looked nervously at his hand, then pointed it toward the closet. He took a breath, then guided his object across the room. One torn piece of parchment fluttered across the space as if taken by a wind, then landed atop the piles Hermione had made. She laughed.
"There's the way to do it. That'll definitely get us done faster." She shook her head. "I think you need practice. Try again." Draco scowled at her, but obeyed. In a few more tries he was carrying larger stacks than she was.
The two prefects continued their work in silence, neither laying a finger on any of Snape's things. Draco noticed that Hermione would periodically smile at him, but he pretended he hadn't seen. Internally, he laughed. What did she think she was playing at?
When the files were sorted alphabetically and placed back in their cabinets, it was time to start the actual cleaning. As Snape had promised, below the sink was everything they needed to complete the job; two toothbrushes, a sponge, a bucket, and a bottle of Catastrophic Closet Cleaner; perfect for any surface or object. Ironic, really.
Once the brushes were at work, Hermione opened the cupboard above the sink and began looking through ingredients. Draco kept an eye on the utensils and periodically corrected them if they began to clean something unneeded.
"Alright," she said. "What can I make with gillie weed, mandrake root, dotle-bee extract, tulip teeth, poison rose thorns, worm gullet, and..." Her lips curved into a smirk. "Water beetle tears."
"Oh, I don't know; something sticky, perhaps?" Draco suggested innocently as he wrung the sponge in the bucket and directed it toward a stained wall. Hermione laughed evilly.
"Oh, yes..."
"And... something to put a little spring in a person's step?" Hermione kept her evil smile for a moment, but then realized she had no idea what he was talking about.
"What?" Draco smirked and stepped up behind her, speaking close to one ear, then switching to the other.
"My dear, not only can you create this wonderful adhesive; if you add a tad of thorns and gullet here or there... your concoction will sprout a growth or two on the hind parts of our enemies... provided you have some lily- sprout in your own stores... and if not, that's okay, because I do and I'd gladly share." Hermione took a moment to think about these words, then her smirk returned. She spun around.
"Boils," she stated simply and Draco nodded.
"Indeed."
"Brilliant; that's even better than the glue," she said, smiling and Draco shrugged.
"We're not forsaking the glue; simply adding a tad of something special," he said, leaning a bit closer to her, a smile on his lips. Hermione felt her breathing involuntarily speed up a bit, but she kept her demeanor cool and smooth.
"Agreed." She meant to say this determinedly, but it came out in a whisper. Draco had long since noticed the effect his closeness was having on her, and he smiled. This was it, in for the kill. He moved even closer, until their lips brushed so lightly it may not have happened. Hermione shuddered, which only gave Draco more confidence. He connected their lips softly, gradually gaining momentum, and Hermione made no rebuttal. She kissed back.
As much as Draco wanted to stay this close and enjoy her lips on his, the opportunity was much too good to pass up. In one quick movement, Draco pulled away, taking a large step back. Before Hermione could even get confused, she was hit in the head with a very wet, very dirty sponge. "Ahh!" she shrieked, mouth open in an 'o' of disbelief. Draco was sitting atop Snape's desk, laughing hysterically. "I can't believe you!" she screamed, pulling her fingers through her hair and attempting to comb out some of the dirty water. Then, she paused. "Actually I can... that's pathetic." Draco still had not ceased his laughter. "Draco, stop it," she said, annoyed, but he didn't even hear her. "I said, stop it!" Again, he paid no mind. "Malfoy!" More laughter. "Fine, have it your way..." she mumbled, then moved her hand across the room, directing the bucket of water directly over his head. Unfortunately, because of his hysterics, Draco didn't even notice. So, with a flick of her wrist, Hermione dumped the entire bucket over his head. Needless to say, his laughter stopped.
"Gah!" he shouted in surprise, then noticed the smirking Hermione. Draco gritted his teeth. "Oh, so that's how you want to play, is it?" he growled, then jumped of Snape's desk, stalking toward the Gryffindor.
"Eep! Someone, please... save me," Hermione said in a sarcastic monotone, not moving from her spot. Draco glared and continued slowly toward her. She laughed. "Dear me, you must think highly of yourself. Give me my ring back," she said, but lifted her hand and had the other ring call it to her instead of waiting for him to give it back. She hadn't expected him to... or at least, not just then.
"Hey! Unfair!" Draco complained as the ring slid from his finger and into Hermione's hand. She smirked.
"All is fair in lo-..." she paused. "In war, my friend. Do you surrender?" Draco laughed.
"Ha! Never! I don't need your Benedict methods, woman!" He made a lunge toward the sink, picking up the sponge on his way. Hermione laughed.
"You think that'll stop me? Do you realize who you're speaking to here, Malfoy?" Draco paid her no mind; he was too busy making one cold sponge ball. Hermione shook her head and pointed toward another cupboard. It opened, and a few vials floated out. The ingredients mixed themselves mid- air and sizzled as the reactions took place. Just as Hermione was about to silently conclude that her makeshift potion was completed, Draco's sponge ball hit her back. She took a shuttered breath. That was damn cold. "That all you got, Draco? I didn't even feel it; try this." Hermione aimed her ball of fun in Draco's direction and it spattered against his chest, slowly being absorbed.
Hermione watched with a grin as little blonde hairs on Draco's arms slowly darkened to a forest green, then those on his head became a bright purple. When he looked up at her, fire in his eyes, she burst out laughing. It was the most amazingly hysterical thing she'd ever seen in her entire life. Draco Malfoy, with purple hair.
"Alright, game's over. You've gone too far with this one, Granger. And yes, I said Granger."
"Oh, that was so incredibly worth it," she said through laughter, not noticing that Draco had moved past her to the desk, where their wands were free of binds. He'd pocketed hers, then used his to restore his natural hair color. Hermione pouted. "Aw; you're no fun." Draco narrowed one eye at her, then pointed his wand. Hermione felt a small wave of panic. Surprisingly, the fear he rose in her, so unlike the fear she used to feel with him, was somewhat of a turn-on.
It wasn't fear of what he could do as much as fear that he would do it. She just... wasn't sure. Hermione had no idea what Draco would allow himself to do to her now that he was provoked in such a way. She was intrigued... interested... she wanted to know. Hermione stood strong, eyes slightly wide as she watched Draco's every move. He advanced slightly, but didn't get too close.
"Draco... what are you going to do?" she asked, purposely sounding more scared than she was. She wanted to test him; observe his reactions... she'd chosen the scared prey. A fun role to play, but not the lifestyle she was used too. Hermione much preferred the feared assassin. No matter. Draco, upon hearing her question, seemed to reconsider whatever he was planning. His eyes softened slightly and his jaw relaxed.
Then, a painfully evil smirk crept across his face. He said a spell Hermione had most definitely not been expecting, and she gasped as she heard the words. Once the pale pink light subsided, she glared at Draco and screamed her threats.
"OF ALL THE DAMN THINGS YOU COULD HAVE DONE TO ME JUST NOW, YOU HAD TO HAVE PICKED THAT, HADN'T YOU?! THAT'S SO LIKE YOU, YOU NO GOOD, PIG HEADED, broad shouldered, pretty eyed..." Her voice had grown from a furious scream to a dreamily blissful tone in the blink of an eye. Then, Hermione blinked and shook her head, eyes growing cold again. "I'm NOT going to sleep with you Draco; I don't care how damn...in the mood... you make me with your cheep incantations." Draco pouted.
"Aw, that was supposed to make you my sex slave... not make you all pissed off."
"I'm terribly sorry to disappoint you," she said and spun, unaware that her hair would send those fragrant daggers in Draco's direction. He'd fully been planning to remove the spell just at that second, but that aroma changed his mind quite quickly. Hermione, angry at not hearing... or feeling... him end the spell, crossed her arms and sat hard on the cold floor. As she did this, Draco got an idea. Why not enjoy this moment, rather than waste it? Now that he'd said the spell, it was pretty unlikely she'd ever be even this willing to let him touch her again, so... why not give the lady what she wants? Even if she doesn't want it independently...
Draco took the few needed steps toward her and crouched down. Hermione shivered.
"Stop it," she said quite forcefully. Draco didn't listen; he placed his wand back in his pocket and took a slightly deep breath, making sure she felt it on her neck. "I said stop, Draco." She didn't sound so sure this time. Draco smiled. He moved one hand to brush the wave of hair to one side, allowing an expanse of smooth skin to become accessible. "Draco..." Hermione whispered as he started to lightly kiss her neck. Unfortunately for her, it sounded more like a pleasured moan than a plea for seize-fire. Hermione shifted uncomfortably on the cold stone floor.
The spell he'd used, no matter how much she tried to fight it, was taking effect. Just the sight of him afterward had initiated that special feeling... she wanted him. She wanted him more than anything... but she knew it was just a spell. He was... taking advantage of her. Maybe he hadn't thought of it that way, but ultimately, that's what it was. Hermione didn't want it that way... if she was going to be intimate with anyone ever again; it was going to be of her own free will.
Draco had moved himself in front of her and was now kissing his way down her neck, closer and closer to the crease between her breasts. Hermione was breathing hard. She had to stop this... but she didn't want to. Every fiber in her wanted this... but at the same time screamed that it was wrong. She squeezed her eyes shut.
"I'll never forgive you," she whispered and he stopped abruptly. He hadn't thought of that. She was still there, after all, and she didn't want this. Not yet anyway... and now she never would. Draco sighed. He knew he wouldn't have done anything extreme, but it was the principal of the situation. He was using her, like some two-dollar whore. Like Pansy. He shuddered.
"I would never hurt you, Hermione. I promise." Draco kissed her lips softly. "I'm sorry," he said in a whisper, then stood and moved away.
"Take off the spell," she pleaded. "I hate it; it's like torture... please." Again, Draco's plans to immediately remove his misdeed were postponed.
"Oh come now, it can't be all that bad." Hermione looked up at him in disbelief.
"I said, take off the damn spell!" she said demandingly and Draco smirked. He shrugged.
"In a minute." Hermione was up off the floor in a split second and came bounding toward him. Draco barely had time to let out a 'finite incantrum' before she pounced on him, knocking him back onto the cold dungeon stone.
Hermione was straddling him, teeth gritted and eyes narrowed.
"I swear to god, Malfoy, if you don't take off this spell right now..." she warned, growling, and Draco almost looked scared.
"I-I did!" he said disbelievingly, not sure what the hell was going on. Hermione's face dropped.
"You did?" she asked in a disbelieving, but normal tone and Draco nodded. "Then why do I still..." she cut herself off. "Oh."
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A/N: I think Hermione just realized something about herself. Tisk, tisk. Oh boy... detention isn't going so well.... hey, at least they didn't have to do that all by hand! That would suck! Too bad Eggy had to stay in the common room. Again he gets left in the dust. And don't even ask about that whole pin thing... it was adapted by something a classmate of mine did in biology last year when we were dissecting frogs... except it was a dissecting pin... which had already been placed in a frog... but that's even a little weird for Hermione. Brenna's just a tad on the 'here come the men in great white coats' side. Yeah, really. Anyway... how will this plan to get back at their potion buddies go? And what about the Snape/Harry/Ron love triangle situation? And OSDR? Find out next time on LGG!
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Silver Dragon Goddess: I'm sorry! My computer died last Friday and I didn't get it back until Sunday, and this chappy was only half written, so no 29th! I'll try and make it up to you guys, but there's no promises. I'll update Flames a few times, though. Those I have done!
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Erilyn Rose: This just proves that she really IS the brain of the operation, here. I mean, seriously... a letter? How LAME! Suck dolts. Should I have not had them listen in? That would have been funny too. 'So you hate me do you?' 'No' 'Oh, okay.' Lol.
KittyKat589: He will eventually, I'm sure, but due to the detention mishap (^^^) I doubt it'll be soon. He kinda messed up there. Anyway, lol, I'm glad you think my story is uber cool! You're uber cool for saying that! Lol.
C.M. Dracoon: As if there's ever anything bad about my chapters! Pst! Yeah right! Lol, j/k... thanx 4 the review!
Tainted Black: Your name? I'm a little slow... what? And yes, Lucius is a dolt. I will devise a way for Draco to let Hermione meet him, but I'm sure that won't be for like, ever... anyway... lol, yeah, Filch sucks and Harry + Ron are stupid... so true.
Lost-Kitty: Will do, thanx for review....ing. Lol.
Mystic Pixie: Yeah, I thought that too... lol.
Slim-Shady's-modeling-baby: You, my friend, have to update 'Summer Kisses, Evil Wishes.' I won't take no for an answer. 'Hidden Emotions' would be nice too, lol. Not that I'm complaining; I like the ferret one... hehe. Thanx for the review!
Starry Skies: Wow, that sucks! And yes, it seems to be popular belief that Harry and Ron are complete numbskulls. That's okay, lol. And the book will be disclosed more later; promise.
Dark Dragon: Sure, thanx for the review, and I'm glad you like my story!
George: Yes, THEY didn't have it until third year, but the people in first year when they were in third had it, so it goes all seven years, it's just that they added the new course when they (as in Harry, Ron, Hermione, Draco) were in third year.
NOTE: I APOLOGIZE, okay?! My computer broke Friday night as I was finishing up this chapter, and not only did I lose half and have to rewrite it, but my daddy didn't fix my 'puter till Sunday... which is why this is so late getting out. I'm sorry!
Last time on LGG:
"You MONSTER! As infatuated as you are with that miniature beast of burden, I'm surprised you're not a bit more sympathetic toward others of its species." Filch smirked.
"I'd direct that statement to yourself if I were you, Miss Granger. Come Precious." Ms. Norris mewed and followed her master down the corridor. Hermione scowled after them, then turned away, toward Draco. Eglamour was still shaking and she concentrated on calming him down.
Draco lifted a hand and lightly stroked the tiny kitten, comforting him as Hermione was. Then, she looked up at him.
"What do you think Filch was implying by that last thing he said?" Draco stopped his absent petting of Eglamour, leaving his hand in mind stroke. He looked absolutely clueless. "You don't think he means Harry and Ron, do you? As if they deserve sympathy... but how would he even know about that?" She shivered. "Creepy."
"I don't know, but I agree, yes, creepy is a great adjective to describe Filch. Filthy is another one. And twisted... grimy, unhygienic, obsessive, jealous, rotten, lunatic. That about covers it, I'd say."
"You forgot barbaric." He smiled.
"My mistake. Come on, Hermione; let's get out of here, hm?" She nodded and started down the hall, Draco at her side. Eglamour would be locked in the common room until she could find a way to get at Ms. Norris...hm... Do they rent out basilisks?
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CHAPTER TWELVE: Two-Dollar Whore
Hermione and Draco sat in the mini-common room with Eglamour, who was cleaning himself after a feast of a dinner. Hermione had felt sorry for him, almost being attacked by a much bigger female and all, and had given him almost half her week's worth of cat groceries. It didn't matter; he could eat food from the great hall for a few days if necessary.
Draco was quietly doing his homework on the floor, much to his displeasure. Homework was not one of his favorite past times. He'd tried to use the spell when Hermione wasn't looking, but as she'd said, the fact that he didn't know the answers made all the work null and void. So, with a sigh and a scowl, he began the assignments.
Hermione had done every assignment in all of her textbooks over the summer and now only had the spur of the moment essay here and there to do. Decidedly, Hermione procrastinated. Draco had had a good laugh over that; the great and knowledgeable Hermione Granger putting off an assignment, but she'd just stuck her tongue out and ignored him. She had planning to do; there was no time for petty essays.
Hermione was sitting cross legged on the couch; she'd been writing for a few minutes, but was surprised to find it very difficult. The entries in her notebook didn't seem as important anymore... she hadn't gotten a real urge since the train ride... since she'd met Draco. A little strange, but in a good way, she supposed. The book was still for her eyes only; she wasn't quite ready to let anyone read what she'd written quite yet... but when she did, she had a feeling she knew who'd be the first. The one man who swore he'd be the last.
She looked over at Draco, wearing his glasses and a rock hard frown as he calculated the Arithmancy problems. It was obvious he loathed the subject. Hermione would have asked why he bothered to take it, but she had a feeling he wouldn't want to be interrupted. Instead, she sighed as quietly as possible and leaned back on the couch.
"Ow! Dammit!" she said sharply, quickly sitting back up and looking down at her palm. Draco looked up, alarmed, when he heard her.
"What?" he asked curiously and Hermione grimaced.
"This isn't going to feel good," she mumbled before digging in her pocket for her wand. She was holding the other hand unmoving and Draco looked a little worried. He said nothing, simply watching as Hermione pointed the magic stick toward her evidently injured wrist. She bared her teeth. "Extractos," she said, sounding almost a little scared, then made a small moan of discomfort as her spell took effect.
Draco watched with full attention as a tiny silver rod slid easily from Hermione's wrist, followed by a small red drop of blood. She sighed when it was fully removed and plucked the stick from the air.
"Pin."
"Yep, noticed that," Draco said with a smile and she laughed.
"Yeah," Hermione breathed, then placed the pin between her teeth as she massaged away the blood droplet, which had gotten a tad bigger.
"You okay?" She laughed.
"Rn't I allays?" she asked, her words distorted by her immovable mouth. Draco smiled.
"Yeah, I forgot. Why in god's name was there a pin in the couch?" Hermione plucked the painful poker from her teeth before answering.
"How the hell should I know? I just hope there aren't anymore. That fucking hurt. Okay, maybe it didn't hurt that much, but it sure wasn't fun." Draco shook his head, smiled, and turned back down to his book.
Hermione held the pin before her, studying it as if it were a science experiment. It was a normal sewing pin; complete with tiny opening at the head and a small bit of red thread. Red? Now that didn't make sense at all. There was nothing red in the room, much less the couch itself. In fact, the only red fabric in the entire dorm was her bed sheets and the Gryffindor blanket downstairs. She knew it wasn't from the sheets, and the blanket was an entirely different shade of red.
Hermione shook her head. Sure, it was strange, but not worth wasting time contemplating. She moved on to the pin itself. It really had hurt a little... any contusion made by metal always left her with a throbbing twang. Each time she needed 'ink' she felt it. She'd felt it with this pin as well. Then Hermione thought of something and put a quirk in her brow. She moved so that the top of her thighs were to her chest, then brought the needle to the unbroken skin of her knee. She took a small breath and gave the pin a little push.
"What the hell are you doing, Granger?" Draco asked from the floor and Hermione jumped slightly; she hadn't known he was still watching her. With a sigh, she shrugged.
"Bored." She pushed the pin a tad more. Surprisingly, it didn't hurt. Now she was on a mission. How long would it take for the pain to come?
"You are one fucked up individual, Granger. First you complain about a little prick by this pin, then you purposely cause another. What are you playing at?"
"It doesn't hurt here," she said quietly, pushing the pin a tad more. It was half way in, and still no pain.
"You're freaking me out again, Granger."
"Yeah, I seem to do that a lot, don't I?" she asked with a smirk as she pushed the pin a little more.
"I noticed that too," Draco said in a somewhat nervous tone. "Would you stop that, please?"
"In a minute, I have to finish it now," Hermione said and gave the pin one last hard push. It was now entirely in her knee, and still there was no pain. "That is so weird," she said to herself, not even noticing the grimace on Draco's face. She straightened her leg slowly. "Ah... okay, THAT hurts. Extractos." Again, the tiny pin removed itself from her flesh. Hermione sighed. "We should go; it's almost seven." She stood up and sighed, then started toward the door. Draco watched her go, a contorted look of displeasing amazement on his face. "Coming?" Hermione asked as she stopped at the stairs. Draco blew his breath out sharply. She sure was something. Anyone who could get that kind of a rise out of him was definitely something special. He stood, leaving his glasses on the floor, and followed her; although he didn't really have a choice.
Eglamour tried to follow them out, but Hermione shook a finger at him.
"You've already caused too much trouble today, Eg. Sorry, but you're going to have to stay here." Eglamour mewed his disapproval, but then turned and jumped into one of the chairs, curling up and going back to sleep.
Hermione smiled up at Draco, then turned and made her way down the stairs. Draco followed, looking up. The stone on the ceiling was actually quite nice; black and polished, with the same glittering specks the white walls held. It was surprising that he'd never noticed it before.
Because he wasn't paying attention, Draco ran smack into Hermione. He was about to apologize, but she held up a finger to quiet him. Draco looked confused.
"Shh... look," Hermione said and pointed into the common room. Draco looked where she indicated and couldn't hold back the smirk that fought its way out. Mandy and Morag were together in the common room, blatantly snogging on the couch. Needless to say, they hadn't noticed their fellow prefects descend the stairs. Both their attention and their mouths were focused on... other matters.
Draco saw this as an opportunity. He started toward the couch, but Hermione caught his arm, pulling him past the preoccupied prefects and toward the portrait door. Although somewhat reluctantly, Draco complied; he quietly followed her. Once outside, he stuck out his lip.
"What'd you do that for? That could have been fun!" he pouted as they started toward the dungeons and Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Oh, come on... did you really want to interrupt... that?" she asked, slightly disgusted, and Draco smiled.
"Hell yeah."
"Would YOU want to be interrupted?"
"If I were snogging Brocklehurst? Damn straight." Hermione laughed. "Seriously; you ever see that happening; there's a tranquilizer gun under my bed. Do procreation a favor and shoot the hell out of me."
"And I freak YOU out?" Draco shrugged and Hermione shook her head. "I didn't even know they were a couple."
"Neither did I," he agreed and she looked curiously up at him.
"Then why did you think kissing her would make him jealous?" Draco smirked.
"I knew he liked her, I just didn't know she liked him back."
"Maybe she didn't know if she liked him back or not," Hermione suggested with a smirk and Draco looked suspiciously at her.
"Maybe he just wanted to know how she felt before he told her how he did," he predicted and Hermione smiled.
"Well, maybe she wasn't ready to tell him quite yet."
"Are we still talking about the winers?" Hermione looked innocently confused.
"Why of course, who else would we be talking about?" she asked with a smile and Draco shook his head.
"No one."
"Hm. So, about this detention. When we get in there, you're going to have to help me think of something. Critical thinking is not one of my strong points. Hands on, researching, extensive thought creativity yes, but not spontaneous. And I don't know how long we'll have."
"Hours and hours and hours... we'll be lucky if we're out in time for this breakfast plan of yours." Hermione laughed.
"In that case, maybe I won't need your help." Not wanting to be left by the wayside, Draco contradicted her.
"Oh, I don't know. I said the detention would be hours... I never said we'd have hours of free time. Snape is going to think of something brutally tedious for us to do... and he won't let us leave until we're finished."
"You worry too much. If the detention is hours long, I'll have plenty of time. Come now, we'll be late," she said and but a little speed in her step. Draco groaned.
"Oh, god forbid." Hermione laughed.
"You're such a stubborn ass," she teased and Draco smirked.
"Wouldn't you like to know." Hermione put on a seductive smile and raised an eyebrow. Draco just kept his smirk. With a pout and a shrug, the flirtatious Gryffindor turned ahead, making sure her hair spun around her, and picked up her step, adding a tad more sway in her hips. The little move with that luscious hair sent a wave of peppery lemon heaven in Draco's direction. He slowed slightly as he savored it, then hurried to catch up to her. "Tease," he mumbled and she smirked.
"And a damn good one if I do say so myself," she added proudly as she pushed open the door to the potions classroom. Draco just shook his head, smiling as he watched her. Hermione raised her eyebrows. "Come, come," she said and spun into the room, heading directly for professor Snape's desk.
Snape wasn't there.
"Okay, and you were worried about being late; he's not even here yet," Draco said as he stepped into the room, and the door slammed closed behind him. "Or maybe he is."
"There's a note, genius," she said and held the slip of paper out to him.
*Miss Granger, Mr. Malfoy;
Please place your wands on my desk. I am not trying to trick you; I know you know they will stay there. Your task will not be disclosed until both wands are securely fastened to my desk, and the door will not open until your task has been completed, so I suggest you simply comply if you plan on leaving before my first class tomorrow.*
That was it, there was nothing more. With a shrug, Hermione took out her wand and placed it on Snape's desk. Unsurprisingly, an army of magic ropes sprung up and tied it tightly to the wood.
"Hm," she said, then turned to her Slytherin comrade. "Well, do what he says so we can get this over with." Draco looked a little uneasy. Hermione sighed. "Come on, I promise it won't be as bad as it sounds."
"How do you know?" he asked, but took out his wand and tossed it on the desk. It snapped straight, making a parallel line with Hermione's, then the magic ropes tied his as well. She smiled.
"I just do. Give me the note," she said and took it from his hand. As she suspected, it continued.
*Good, good. I hope that wasn't too painful. Now, the wall on the left side of the room should have opened. If it hasn't, please make sure that there is at least three feet between the both of you and the wall. *
Hermione looked up. Sure enough, Draco was standing about three inches from the left wall. With a roll of her eyes, she moved him.
"Draco, do me a favor and get your slimy Slytherin arse over here," she scolded, then smirked. Draco did the same and moved toward her.
"Yes, my league." Hermione looked up and shook her head as the wall began to move. She looked back to the note.
*As you may have noticed, I have acquired quite a mess here. Your task is to clean, organize, and file all papers in my closet. If you dig, you'll find the filing cabinets. Everything you will need to do this job can be found under the sink. Happy punishment. Your wands will be returned when you've finished, and the door will open in three hours.
Professor Snape*
"Damn," Draco said as he looked past the now opened wall. A wall of papers behind it made the brick unneeded; there were literally thousands of boxes and papers strewn about the small alcove, as well as various other items and about three inches of dust. Hermione sighed.
"Well, let's get started. Here," she said, folding the paper and placing it in her pocket. Hermione turned to Draco, who was standing behind her, and twisted a black and silver ring off her finger. She held it out to him and Draco took it, looking genuinely confused. Instead of explaining, Hermione spun and stepped toward the alcove.
She waved her hand and the papers began to move themselves from the closet to the other side of the room, letting them gain access to the inner workings of the tiny room. Draco's mouth dropped. He was staring at her hand, noticing that she wore a ring identical to that she had given him.
"Well?" Hermione said, turning back to him. "Aren't you going to help me?"
"How the hell did you do that, Granger?"
"How come I always become Granger when I do or say something you don't understand?" she asked a bit sourly, then turned and began cleaning again. The removal of the wall of papers only gave way to more of the concentrated filth. It was no cleaner behind the next layer, either.
"I'm sorry," Draco said, somewhat quietly and Hermione smiled. She wasn't facing him and he didn't see, but she liked it that way. She replaced her indifferent frown and turned to look at him, doing that trick with her hair that doused Draco in a wave of her scent.
"It's okay. Now, come help me. I didn't give you that for nothing," she said, pointing to the ring in his hand, then returned to her work.
"Right... about that. Slight problem. One) I have no idea what this is or what it does, much less why you've given it to me. Two) I don't know how the hell you just did that without your wand, and Three) I don't really see why you need my help." Hermione sighed exasperatedly.
"One) That is an ordinary ring, made by a muggle, which I purchased at a gothic clothing store. I've charmed it to channel my natural magic and force objects to obey my every whim; no spells necessary. Very convenient in situations like this. Only problem is, it'll only move things; I can't hex people with it. I can throw them out the window, but I can't hex them. I gave you the ring so you could help me. Two) I have two. The one in your hand, and the one on my finger. This is how I moved that stuff. Three) I don't need your help, but it'll go twice as fast if I have it. If you don't want to help me, that's just fine. Give my ring back so I can use both hands," Hermione explained in a quick paced sand storm of words and Draco took a moment to figure out what she'd said.
"Oh."
"So, can I have my ring back? Or are you going to literally lift a finger to help?"
"No need to initiate guilt trip mode, Hermione; I'll help you. Just tell me how to work this thing." She smiled; this time, so he could see.
"Just put it on and... I don't know, think what you want something to do and point at it... and it does it. Easy enough. Might want to use your pinky." Draco mocked a sarcastic laugh and did as she asked. Much to Hermione's amusement, he actually did have to wear the tiny ring on his pinky. "There you go. Go ahead now."
Draco looked nervously at his hand, then pointed it toward the closet. He took a breath, then guided his object across the room. One torn piece of parchment fluttered across the space as if taken by a wind, then landed atop the piles Hermione had made. She laughed.
"There's the way to do it. That'll definitely get us done faster." She shook her head. "I think you need practice. Try again." Draco scowled at her, but obeyed. In a few more tries he was carrying larger stacks than she was.
The two prefects continued their work in silence, neither laying a finger on any of Snape's things. Draco noticed that Hermione would periodically smile at him, but he pretended he hadn't seen. Internally, he laughed. What did she think she was playing at?
When the files were sorted alphabetically and placed back in their cabinets, it was time to start the actual cleaning. As Snape had promised, below the sink was everything they needed to complete the job; two toothbrushes, a sponge, a bucket, and a bottle of Catastrophic Closet Cleaner; perfect for any surface or object. Ironic, really.
Once the brushes were at work, Hermione opened the cupboard above the sink and began looking through ingredients. Draco kept an eye on the utensils and periodically corrected them if they began to clean something unneeded.
"Alright," she said. "What can I make with gillie weed, mandrake root, dotle-bee extract, tulip teeth, poison rose thorns, worm gullet, and..." Her lips curved into a smirk. "Water beetle tears."
"Oh, I don't know; something sticky, perhaps?" Draco suggested innocently as he wrung the sponge in the bucket and directed it toward a stained wall. Hermione laughed evilly.
"Oh, yes..."
"And... something to put a little spring in a person's step?" Hermione kept her evil smile for a moment, but then realized she had no idea what he was talking about.
"What?" Draco smirked and stepped up behind her, speaking close to one ear, then switching to the other.
"My dear, not only can you create this wonderful adhesive; if you add a tad of thorns and gullet here or there... your concoction will sprout a growth or two on the hind parts of our enemies... provided you have some lily- sprout in your own stores... and if not, that's okay, because I do and I'd gladly share." Hermione took a moment to think about these words, then her smirk returned. She spun around.
"Boils," she stated simply and Draco nodded.
"Indeed."
"Brilliant; that's even better than the glue," she said, smiling and Draco shrugged.
"We're not forsaking the glue; simply adding a tad of something special," he said, leaning a bit closer to her, a smile on his lips. Hermione felt her breathing involuntarily speed up a bit, but she kept her demeanor cool and smooth.
"Agreed." She meant to say this determinedly, but it came out in a whisper. Draco had long since noticed the effect his closeness was having on her, and he smiled. This was it, in for the kill. He moved even closer, until their lips brushed so lightly it may not have happened. Hermione shuddered, which only gave Draco more confidence. He connected their lips softly, gradually gaining momentum, and Hermione made no rebuttal. She kissed back.
As much as Draco wanted to stay this close and enjoy her lips on his, the opportunity was much too good to pass up. In one quick movement, Draco pulled away, taking a large step back. Before Hermione could even get confused, she was hit in the head with a very wet, very dirty sponge. "Ahh!" she shrieked, mouth open in an 'o' of disbelief. Draco was sitting atop Snape's desk, laughing hysterically. "I can't believe you!" she screamed, pulling her fingers through her hair and attempting to comb out some of the dirty water. Then, she paused. "Actually I can... that's pathetic." Draco still had not ceased his laughter. "Draco, stop it," she said, annoyed, but he didn't even hear her. "I said, stop it!" Again, he paid no mind. "Malfoy!" More laughter. "Fine, have it your way..." she mumbled, then moved her hand across the room, directing the bucket of water directly over his head. Unfortunately, because of his hysterics, Draco didn't even notice. So, with a flick of her wrist, Hermione dumped the entire bucket over his head. Needless to say, his laughter stopped.
"Gah!" he shouted in surprise, then noticed the smirking Hermione. Draco gritted his teeth. "Oh, so that's how you want to play, is it?" he growled, then jumped of Snape's desk, stalking toward the Gryffindor.
"Eep! Someone, please... save me," Hermione said in a sarcastic monotone, not moving from her spot. Draco glared and continued slowly toward her. She laughed. "Dear me, you must think highly of yourself. Give me my ring back," she said, but lifted her hand and had the other ring call it to her instead of waiting for him to give it back. She hadn't expected him to... or at least, not just then.
"Hey! Unfair!" Draco complained as the ring slid from his finger and into Hermione's hand. She smirked.
"All is fair in lo-..." she paused. "In war, my friend. Do you surrender?" Draco laughed.
"Ha! Never! I don't need your Benedict methods, woman!" He made a lunge toward the sink, picking up the sponge on his way. Hermione laughed.
"You think that'll stop me? Do you realize who you're speaking to here, Malfoy?" Draco paid her no mind; he was too busy making one cold sponge ball. Hermione shook her head and pointed toward another cupboard. It opened, and a few vials floated out. The ingredients mixed themselves mid- air and sizzled as the reactions took place. Just as Hermione was about to silently conclude that her makeshift potion was completed, Draco's sponge ball hit her back. She took a shuttered breath. That was damn cold. "That all you got, Draco? I didn't even feel it; try this." Hermione aimed her ball of fun in Draco's direction and it spattered against his chest, slowly being absorbed.
Hermione watched with a grin as little blonde hairs on Draco's arms slowly darkened to a forest green, then those on his head became a bright purple. When he looked up at her, fire in his eyes, she burst out laughing. It was the most amazingly hysterical thing she'd ever seen in her entire life. Draco Malfoy, with purple hair.
"Alright, game's over. You've gone too far with this one, Granger. And yes, I said Granger."
"Oh, that was so incredibly worth it," she said through laughter, not noticing that Draco had moved past her to the desk, where their wands were free of binds. He'd pocketed hers, then used his to restore his natural hair color. Hermione pouted. "Aw; you're no fun." Draco narrowed one eye at her, then pointed his wand. Hermione felt a small wave of panic. Surprisingly, the fear he rose in her, so unlike the fear she used to feel with him, was somewhat of a turn-on.
It wasn't fear of what he could do as much as fear that he would do it. She just... wasn't sure. Hermione had no idea what Draco would allow himself to do to her now that he was provoked in such a way. She was intrigued... interested... she wanted to know. Hermione stood strong, eyes slightly wide as she watched Draco's every move. He advanced slightly, but didn't get too close.
"Draco... what are you going to do?" she asked, purposely sounding more scared than she was. She wanted to test him; observe his reactions... she'd chosen the scared prey. A fun role to play, but not the lifestyle she was used too. Hermione much preferred the feared assassin. No matter. Draco, upon hearing her question, seemed to reconsider whatever he was planning. His eyes softened slightly and his jaw relaxed.
Then, a painfully evil smirk crept across his face. He said a spell Hermione had most definitely not been expecting, and she gasped as she heard the words. Once the pale pink light subsided, she glared at Draco and screamed her threats.
"OF ALL THE DAMN THINGS YOU COULD HAVE DONE TO ME JUST NOW, YOU HAD TO HAVE PICKED THAT, HADN'T YOU?! THAT'S SO LIKE YOU, YOU NO GOOD, PIG HEADED, broad shouldered, pretty eyed..." Her voice had grown from a furious scream to a dreamily blissful tone in the blink of an eye. Then, Hermione blinked and shook her head, eyes growing cold again. "I'm NOT going to sleep with you Draco; I don't care how damn...in the mood... you make me with your cheep incantations." Draco pouted.
"Aw, that was supposed to make you my sex slave... not make you all pissed off."
"I'm terribly sorry to disappoint you," she said and spun, unaware that her hair would send those fragrant daggers in Draco's direction. He'd fully been planning to remove the spell just at that second, but that aroma changed his mind quite quickly. Hermione, angry at not hearing... or feeling... him end the spell, crossed her arms and sat hard on the cold floor. As she did this, Draco got an idea. Why not enjoy this moment, rather than waste it? Now that he'd said the spell, it was pretty unlikely she'd ever be even this willing to let him touch her again, so... why not give the lady what she wants? Even if she doesn't want it independently...
Draco took the few needed steps toward her and crouched down. Hermione shivered.
"Stop it," she said quite forcefully. Draco didn't listen; he placed his wand back in his pocket and took a slightly deep breath, making sure she felt it on her neck. "I said stop, Draco." She didn't sound so sure this time. Draco smiled. He moved one hand to brush the wave of hair to one side, allowing an expanse of smooth skin to become accessible. "Draco..." Hermione whispered as he started to lightly kiss her neck. Unfortunately for her, it sounded more like a pleasured moan than a plea for seize-fire. Hermione shifted uncomfortably on the cold stone floor.
The spell he'd used, no matter how much she tried to fight it, was taking effect. Just the sight of him afterward had initiated that special feeling... she wanted him. She wanted him more than anything... but she knew it was just a spell. He was... taking advantage of her. Maybe he hadn't thought of it that way, but ultimately, that's what it was. Hermione didn't want it that way... if she was going to be intimate with anyone ever again; it was going to be of her own free will.
Draco had moved himself in front of her and was now kissing his way down her neck, closer and closer to the crease between her breasts. Hermione was breathing hard. She had to stop this... but she didn't want to. Every fiber in her wanted this... but at the same time screamed that it was wrong. She squeezed her eyes shut.
"I'll never forgive you," she whispered and he stopped abruptly. He hadn't thought of that. She was still there, after all, and she didn't want this. Not yet anyway... and now she never would. Draco sighed. He knew he wouldn't have done anything extreme, but it was the principal of the situation. He was using her, like some two-dollar whore. Like Pansy. He shuddered.
"I would never hurt you, Hermione. I promise." Draco kissed her lips softly. "I'm sorry," he said in a whisper, then stood and moved away.
"Take off the spell," she pleaded. "I hate it; it's like torture... please." Again, Draco's plans to immediately remove his misdeed were postponed.
"Oh come now, it can't be all that bad." Hermione looked up at him in disbelief.
"I said, take off the damn spell!" she said demandingly and Draco smirked. He shrugged.
"In a minute." Hermione was up off the floor in a split second and came bounding toward him. Draco barely had time to let out a 'finite incantrum' before she pounced on him, knocking him back onto the cold dungeon stone.
Hermione was straddling him, teeth gritted and eyes narrowed.
"I swear to god, Malfoy, if you don't take off this spell right now..." she warned, growling, and Draco almost looked scared.
"I-I did!" he said disbelievingly, not sure what the hell was going on. Hermione's face dropped.
"You did?" she asked in a disbelieving, but normal tone and Draco nodded. "Then why do I still..." she cut herself off. "Oh."
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A/N: I think Hermione just realized something about herself. Tisk, tisk. Oh boy... detention isn't going so well.... hey, at least they didn't have to do that all by hand! That would suck! Too bad Eggy had to stay in the common room. Again he gets left in the dust. And don't even ask about that whole pin thing... it was adapted by something a classmate of mine did in biology last year when we were dissecting frogs... except it was a dissecting pin... which had already been placed in a frog... but that's even a little weird for Hermione. Brenna's just a tad on the 'here come the men in great white coats' side. Yeah, really. Anyway... how will this plan to get back at their potion buddies go? And what about the Snape/Harry/Ron love triangle situation? And OSDR? Find out next time on LGG!
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Little Witch: Ms. Norris isn't a cat... she's a bitch. Lol. Yep, Yep, hehe.
Exlibris: No problem! Sorry there was so much time between chapters!
Ezmerelda: That's kinda what I was thinking. Harry really IS an idiot, though. I mean seriously... if the headmaster of your school says you can't be in the really hard competition in which people five years older than you have died, yet the goblet MYSTERIOUSLY picks out your name... wouldn't you be at least a tad suspicious? Not all, THIS IS AWSOME! I'M GONNA GO DIE NOW!? But there's Harry for ya... lol
Cythosine: Yep, yep... all my characters are perfect... they reflect me! Lol, yeah... right.
MoshiMoshiQueen: Thanx! I like it when I'm peoples favorite in any certain category... even if it's 'this is my favorite excessively boring fic!' Yep, I'm proud.
Silver Dragon Goddess: I'm sorry! My computer died last Friday and I didn't get it back until Sunday, and this chappy was only half written, so no 29th! I'll try and make it up to you guys, but there's no promises. I'll update Flames a few times, though. Those I have done!
Belle-Belisa-Super Samson: Asinine! Lol, definitely! Why are you sad? Did I miss something?
Erilyn Rose: This just proves that she really IS the brain of the operation, here. I mean, seriously... a letter? How LAME! Suck dolts. Should I have not had them listen in? That would have been funny too. 'So you hate me do you?' 'No' 'Oh, okay.' Lol.
KittyKat589: He will eventually, I'm sure, but due to the detention mishap (^^^) I doubt it'll be soon. He kinda messed up there. Anyway, lol, I'm glad you think my story is uber cool! You're uber cool for saying that! Lol.
C.M. Dracoon: As if there's ever anything bad about my chapters! Pst! Yeah right! Lol, j/k... thanx 4 the review!
Tainted Black: Your name? I'm a little slow... what? And yes, Lucius is a dolt. I will devise a way for Draco to let Hermione meet him, but I'm sure that won't be for like, ever... anyway... lol, yeah, Filch sucks and Harry + Ron are stupid... so true.
Lost-Kitty: Will do, thanx for review....ing. Lol.
Mystic Pixie: Yeah, I thought that too... lol.
Slim-Shady's-modeling-baby: You, my friend, have to update 'Summer Kisses, Evil Wishes.' I won't take no for an answer. 'Hidden Emotions' would be nice too, lol. Not that I'm complaining; I like the ferret one... hehe. Thanx for the review!
Starry Skies: Wow, that sucks! And yes, it seems to be popular belief that Harry and Ron are complete numbskulls. That's okay, lol. And the book will be disclosed more later; promise.
Dark Dragon: Sure, thanx for the review, and I'm glad you like my story!
George: Yes, THEY didn't have it until third year, but the people in first year when they were in third had it, so it goes all seven years, it's just that they added the new course when they (as in Harry, Ron, Hermione, Draco) were in third year.