Inappropriate Conduct- how much fun is that?
Tee Hee... Does the title give away everything? Naughtiness in this chapter... grin. Hope you enjoy! R&R.
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As they entered the Great Hall, everything grew silent. Dumbledore peered at them through his spectacles. Draco winked at Hermione as he bent low to kiss her, his thumb brushing her cheek. He stood up, pushing a stray hair behind her ear, and grinned.
"Meet me in the Potions room during lunch. I want to talk," he whispered so only she could hear.
She nodded. "See you then," she said, and they walked to their separate tables.
As Harry, Ron, and Hermione left the Charms classroom and headed for lunch, they felt the weight of the approaching N.E.W.T.s on their shoulders. Ron sighed.
"One more review test and I'll kill someone!" he groaned.
"Hey- I'll see you guys in class," Hermione said, turning around.
"To the library. I have something I need to look up," she said, turning the corner and heading for the dungeons.
Ron and Harry exchanged puzzled glances. They shrugged and headed to the Great Hall.
Hermione entered the Potions classroom to find Draco leaning casually against a desk, apparently waiting for her. She smiled and shut the door behind her. "So what did you need to talk about so badly that we skipped a meal?" she asked.
Draco chuckled. "Nothing..." he said, grinning.
Hermione walked over to him. "Then why am I here?"
Draco bent his head to hers. "This is why," he said, his warm breath caressing her lips. He's been smoking... she thought just as his mouth covered hers.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, tilting her head to deepen the kiss. Draco's left hand rested on her hip, while his right slipped up to entangle itself in her hair. He pulled her head back forcefully, making her whimper. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, exploring every inch of it, before he pulled his mouth from hers to trail kisses down her neck. She pushed him gently away from her.
"I didn't know you smoked," she said after catching her breath.
"Nobody does- is it that obvious?" he asked.
"I could taste it... it was actually rather- pleasant," she said, blushing.
"Well, that's good," Draco smirked, switching their positions so that she was pinned between his body and the desk and leaning her back against it, "Because I am far from finished with you."
He slid one hand up her thigh, taking her skirt with it, while the other toyed with her shirt. He kissed her before once again kissing his way down the side of her neck. He pushed her shirt to the side with his mouth to expose the junction where her neck and shoulder met, where he sucked and bit gently. His hand moved up the front of her shirt, massaging her through her bra. She moaned, arching her back. By now, Draco's other hand was resting on her hip, hiking her skirt up almost as high as it would go. They were so into it that neither of them heard the door open, or the strangled sound that came from Snape.
"What is going on here?" Snape exclaimed.
Draco merely lifted his head to look over at Snape. Hermione opened her eyes and stared at the doorway with confusion. Seconds later the students filed in. Hermione came to her senses when she saw Ron and Harry walk in. She sat up and pushed Draco's hands away.
"Why are you all just standing there? Shouldn't we be learning something?" she said.
"You two are to see me after class," Snape growled, resuming- or rather starting- his class.
Draco smirked, suppressing his laughter. They took their places, with Hermione and Draco sharing a table. Throughout the entire class they would whisper and laugh and exchange secretive glances- and it made Ron sick.
After class Hermione and Draco approached Snape's desk. Hermione kept her head down, while Draco stared Snape right in the eyes.
"I'm afraid I'm going to have to take 50 points from Gryffindor and Slytherin for your entirely inappropriate conduct," Snape said.
"Whatever- can we leave now?" Draco said, pinching Hermione roughly on her rear, "We have some unfinished business."
"Draco!" Hermione squealed.
"Leave- please!!" Snape said, rubbing his temples.
Draco and Hermione walked out of the room, Draco's hand still on her ass, and almost ran straight into Harry and Ron. Ron was red with anger, his fists clenched at his sides. Draco laughed again and pinched Hermione again, making her jump and glare at him.
"What was that all about?" Ron managed to growl.
"What was what all about?" she replied with feigned innocence.
"That! He had his hands- in places they don't belong!" Ron exclaimed.
"Really? Well, who are you to say where Draco's hands do and do not belong? I say he can put his wherever he wants, whenever he wants," she said, grinning devilishly.
Harry's jaw dropped. Ron took a threatening step forward.
"No he can't," Ron said, barely above a whisper.
"Is it your body? 'Cause last time I checked, these are my breasts, my ass, and my virginity- and I can give them to whomever I wish. You lost any claim to me when you dumped me for Lavender. Get the picture?" Hermione's face was inches from Ron's.
He took a step back, not believing what he was hearing. "You aren't considering- please tell me you're not going to- not with him!" he gasped.
"Ever thought that maybe I already have?" Hermione said, smirking. She turned to Harry and whispered, "I haven't, so don't worry. Really, Harry, I still want to be friends with you guys, but Ron needs to learn a lesson." She waved at Harry and scowled at Ron before walking away with Draco.
"Ron, she's right you know. You need to cool it. You did dump her for Lavender, remember? If she wants to be with Malfoy, I respect that- and her judgment. You just need to chill," Harry said.
"Chill?" Ron yelled, his voice echoing in the dungeons, "Harry, that's Malfoy! Where does she get the nerve to be with Malfoy? He's been our worst enemy since our first year! He called her a bloody Mud-blood for God's Sake!" Ron growled and stalked off in the opposite direction of Hermione and Draco. Harry followed him sighing, He'll never learn.
"That was by far the most fun I've had in my life!" Draco said, laughing, "Watching you chew out Weasley, the look on Snape's face when he walked in the door, and of course our little desk adventure..."
"Oh my God!" Hermione squealed, "The entire 7th year Gryffindor and Slytherin class saw that! How can you laugh? And I just laid there like some wanton little- little- slut!"
"How does it feel?" Draco whispered.
"What?" she asked.
"Being bad! For once not being Miss perfect-and-chaste Hermione know-it-all Grange?" he said.
Hermione smirked. "It feels great!" She smacked him on the rear playfully and ran ahead of him, laughing.
"I'll get you for that," he growled, chasing her down the corridor.
He finally caught up with her when she ran into the library. He grabbed her arm, spinning her around and kissing her roughly. The entire library stared at them in shock and disbelief. Madam Pince cleared her throat and they broke apart, eyes glinting.
Draco grabbed her hand and pulled her into a secluded window seat at the back of the library. He sat down , bending one leg slightly and letting the other dangle. He pulled her to sit in between his legs. Hermione giggled when Draco immediately placed his lips on her neck, sucking and biting and licking his way up and down. She leaned her head to the side to give him better access.
"Vampire," she muttered, "I think we're really beginning to scare people." She noticed several people staring at them and smirked.
"Good," he said, "The people in this school need a good shock that doesn't involve Potter."
Hermione chuckled low and deep in her throat. "That's for sure."
"Hermione?" Neville Longbottom emerged from one of the isles.
"Oh, hello Neville," Hermione said, casually. Draco lifted his head and glared at the intruder.
"What do you think you're doing?" he gasped.
"What do you mean?" she replied.
"Well- that's... that's Draco Malfoy who was just latched onto your neck!" he exclaimed, "He's a Slytherin!"
"So? What exactly is your point?" she said, raising her eyebrows.
"Well, we all thought you'd wait for Ron to come around..." Neville looked at his feet guiltily.
"I'm sick of waiting! And besides, Draco here is infinitely more fun, and he's very handsome, and- he's a way better kisser in my opinion," Hermione waited for that last remark to sink in before she continued, "And I really don't care if you tell Ron that, Parvati Patil!"
There was a soft squeak from one of the isles and the sounds of someone scrambling to get away and knocking a few people over in the process. Hermione smiled at Neville.
"Really Neville- it's very sweet of you, but you don't have to worry about me. I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself- and besides," she looked up at Draco and then back at Neville, "I really do like Draco."
Neville's eyes widened ever so slightly. "Okay... if you really like him, then he can't be all bad. See you in Herbology you guys!" Neville said, walking away.
"You know, for a buffoon he seems pretty smart," Draco said, thoughtfully, "And he definitely seems like a better friend than Crabbe or Goyle."
"Draco dear," Hermione said sweetly, "No offense, but a rotten potato would make a better friend than either of those two."
"You know what I mean..." Draco said, smiling.
Hermione feigned a gasp. "My God! You've not gone soft, have you?"
"Of course not! But even horrible Dragons enjoy good company," he grinned, "However, we only enjoy eating young maidens." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
"Draco!" she screeched, "You freak!"
He laughed at her blushing face. "You are very easily irked."
"Shut up!" she said standing up, "Let's go before we're late to Herbology."
Draco stood and followed her out of the library, grinning like a maniac.
There you go! Was it very good? I liked writing this chapter, so I hope you enjoyed reading it! Until next time, toodle pip!
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Tee Hee... Does the title give away everything? Naughtiness in this chapter... grin. Hope you enjoy! R&R.
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As they entered the Great Hall, everything grew silent. Dumbledore peered at them through his spectacles. Draco winked at Hermione as he bent low to kiss her, his thumb brushing her cheek. He stood up, pushing a stray hair behind her ear, and grinned.
"Meet me in the Potions room during lunch. I want to talk," he whispered so only she could hear.
She nodded. "See you then," she said, and they walked to their separate tables.
As Harry, Ron, and Hermione left the Charms classroom and headed for lunch, they felt the weight of the approaching N.E.W.T.s on their shoulders. Ron sighed.
"One more review test and I'll kill someone!" he groaned.
"Hey- I'll see you guys in class," Hermione said, turning around.
"To the library. I have something I need to look up," she said, turning the corner and heading for the dungeons.
Ron and Harry exchanged puzzled glances. They shrugged and headed to the Great Hall.
Hermione entered the Potions classroom to find Draco leaning casually against a desk, apparently waiting for her. She smiled and shut the door behind her. "So what did you need to talk about so badly that we skipped a meal?" she asked.
Draco chuckled. "Nothing..." he said, grinning.
Hermione walked over to him. "Then why am I here?"
Draco bent his head to hers. "This is why," he said, his warm breath caressing her lips. He's been smoking... she thought just as his mouth covered hers.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, tilting her head to deepen the kiss. Draco's left hand rested on her hip, while his right slipped up to entangle itself in her hair. He pulled her head back forcefully, making her whimper. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, exploring every inch of it, before he pulled his mouth from hers to trail kisses down her neck. She pushed him gently away from her.
"I didn't know you smoked," she said after catching her breath.
"Nobody does- is it that obvious?" he asked.
"I could taste it... it was actually rather- pleasant," she said, blushing.
"Well, that's good," Draco smirked, switching their positions so that she was pinned between his body and the desk and leaning her back against it, "Because I am far from finished with you."
He slid one hand up her thigh, taking her skirt with it, while the other toyed with her shirt. He kissed her before once again kissing his way down the side of her neck. He pushed her shirt to the side with his mouth to expose the junction where her neck and shoulder met, where he sucked and bit gently. His hand moved up the front of her shirt, massaging her through her bra. She moaned, arching her back. By now, Draco's other hand was resting on her hip, hiking her skirt up almost as high as it would go. They were so into it that neither of them heard the door open, or the strangled sound that came from Snape.
"What is going on here?" Snape exclaimed.
Draco merely lifted his head to look over at Snape. Hermione opened her eyes and stared at the doorway with confusion. Seconds later the students filed in. Hermione came to her senses when she saw Ron and Harry walk in. She sat up and pushed Draco's hands away.
"Why are you all just standing there? Shouldn't we be learning something?" she said.
"You two are to see me after class," Snape growled, resuming- or rather starting- his class.
Draco smirked, suppressing his laughter. They took their places, with Hermione and Draco sharing a table. Throughout the entire class they would whisper and laugh and exchange secretive glances- and it made Ron sick.
After class Hermione and Draco approached Snape's desk. Hermione kept her head down, while Draco stared Snape right in the eyes.
"I'm afraid I'm going to have to take 50 points from Gryffindor and Slytherin for your entirely inappropriate conduct," Snape said.
"Whatever- can we leave now?" Draco said, pinching Hermione roughly on her rear, "We have some unfinished business."
"Draco!" Hermione squealed.
"Leave- please!!" Snape said, rubbing his temples.
Draco and Hermione walked out of the room, Draco's hand still on her ass, and almost ran straight into Harry and Ron. Ron was red with anger, his fists clenched at his sides. Draco laughed again and pinched Hermione again, making her jump and glare at him.
"What was that all about?" Ron managed to growl.
"What was what all about?" she replied with feigned innocence.
"That! He had his hands- in places they don't belong!" Ron exclaimed.
"Really? Well, who are you to say where Draco's hands do and do not belong? I say he can put his wherever he wants, whenever he wants," she said, grinning devilishly.
Harry's jaw dropped. Ron took a threatening step forward.
"No he can't," Ron said, barely above a whisper.
"Is it your body? 'Cause last time I checked, these are my breasts, my ass, and my virginity- and I can give them to whomever I wish. You lost any claim to me when you dumped me for Lavender. Get the picture?" Hermione's face was inches from Ron's.
He took a step back, not believing what he was hearing. "You aren't considering- please tell me you're not going to- not with him!" he gasped.
"Ever thought that maybe I already have?" Hermione said, smirking. She turned to Harry and whispered, "I haven't, so don't worry. Really, Harry, I still want to be friends with you guys, but Ron needs to learn a lesson." She waved at Harry and scowled at Ron before walking away with Draco.
"Ron, she's right you know. You need to cool it. You did dump her for Lavender, remember? If she wants to be with Malfoy, I respect that- and her judgment. You just need to chill," Harry said.
"Chill?" Ron yelled, his voice echoing in the dungeons, "Harry, that's Malfoy! Where does she get the nerve to be with Malfoy? He's been our worst enemy since our first year! He called her a bloody Mud-blood for God's Sake!" Ron growled and stalked off in the opposite direction of Hermione and Draco. Harry followed him sighing, He'll never learn.
"That was by far the most fun I've had in my life!" Draco said, laughing, "Watching you chew out Weasley, the look on Snape's face when he walked in the door, and of course our little desk adventure..."
"Oh my God!" Hermione squealed, "The entire 7th year Gryffindor and Slytherin class saw that! How can you laugh? And I just laid there like some wanton little- little- slut!"
"How does it feel?" Draco whispered.
"What?" she asked.
"Being bad! For once not being Miss perfect-and-chaste Hermione know-it-all Grange?" he said.
Hermione smirked. "It feels great!" She smacked him on the rear playfully and ran ahead of him, laughing.
"I'll get you for that," he growled, chasing her down the corridor.
He finally caught up with her when she ran into the library. He grabbed her arm, spinning her around and kissing her roughly. The entire library stared at them in shock and disbelief. Madam Pince cleared her throat and they broke apart, eyes glinting.
Draco grabbed her hand and pulled her into a secluded window seat at the back of the library. He sat down , bending one leg slightly and letting the other dangle. He pulled her to sit in between his legs. Hermione giggled when Draco immediately placed his lips on her neck, sucking and biting and licking his way up and down. She leaned her head to the side to give him better access.
"Vampire," she muttered, "I think we're really beginning to scare people." She noticed several people staring at them and smirked.
"Good," he said, "The people in this school need a good shock that doesn't involve Potter."
Hermione chuckled low and deep in her throat. "That's for sure."
"Hermione?" Neville Longbottom emerged from one of the isles.
"Oh, hello Neville," Hermione said, casually. Draco lifted his head and glared at the intruder.
"What do you think you're doing?" he gasped.
"What do you mean?" she replied.
"Well- that's... that's Draco Malfoy who was just latched onto your neck!" he exclaimed, "He's a Slytherin!"
"So? What exactly is your point?" she said, raising her eyebrows.
"Well, we all thought you'd wait for Ron to come around..." Neville looked at his feet guiltily.
"I'm sick of waiting! And besides, Draco here is infinitely more fun, and he's very handsome, and- he's a way better kisser in my opinion," Hermione waited for that last remark to sink in before she continued, "And I really don't care if you tell Ron that, Parvati Patil!"
There was a soft squeak from one of the isles and the sounds of someone scrambling to get away and knocking a few people over in the process. Hermione smiled at Neville.
"Really Neville- it's very sweet of you, but you don't have to worry about me. I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself- and besides," she looked up at Draco and then back at Neville, "I really do like Draco."
Neville's eyes widened ever so slightly. "Okay... if you really like him, then he can't be all bad. See you in Herbology you guys!" Neville said, walking away.
"You know, for a buffoon he seems pretty smart," Draco said, thoughtfully, "And he definitely seems like a better friend than Crabbe or Goyle."
"Draco dear," Hermione said sweetly, "No offense, but a rotten potato would make a better friend than either of those two."
"You know what I mean..." Draco said, smiling.
Hermione feigned a gasp. "My God! You've not gone soft, have you?"
"Of course not! But even horrible Dragons enjoy good company," he grinned, "However, we only enjoy eating young maidens." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
"Draco!" she screeched, "You freak!"
He laughed at her blushing face. "You are very easily irked."
"Shut up!" she said standing up, "Let's go before we're late to Herbology."
Draco stood and followed her out of the library, grinning like a maniac.
There you go! Was it very good? I liked writing this chapter, so I hope you enjoyed reading it! Until next time, toodle pip!
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