Slippery Soap Suds
A/N:So I'm back! And again I wanna thank you all for the reviews! Wheeee! You made me so happy! Suggestions so accepted!
In this chappie, I wanna warn the faint-hearted and the totally conservative freaks out there who won't even allow HP characters or any character for that matter to even just peck…this is not your chapter. I repeat, this is not your chapter!
But if you wanna read it, well I don't really care. It's not like I can do anything about it, right?
Just keep on reviewin' and I'll keep on ficcing! Wink
EDIT: I have no fukkin idea why I always used that line (points to the above sentence) LOL
Chapter III: Hand Me A Rubber Ducky
Tears. Painful, morose, morbid in a sense. They make one truly human.
Hermione hated crying. It made her feel small and weak. All over again. But tonight, she was crying her ass off to the extent of making her eyes swell. She hated herself for that. But most of all, she hated Malfoy. No, ABHORRED him.
She got up and took her towel. I have to take a bath. Somewhere no one could think of finding me…
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Blood. Painful, morose, morbid in a sense. They make one truly human.
Malfoy hated blood. It signified weakness, surrender, failure. Sad how tonight, he loved the feel of it. Of being under somebody else's power, even if it took a Mudblood to release him from the grip of power. He hated himself for that. But most of all, he hated Granger – with her courage and tush.
He got up and took his towel. I have to wash up. Somewhere no one could think of finding me…
-.-.-.-.-
Alessandra Van Dell meant the past for Draco Malfoy. For years, he has kept the memory of her in his closet. She meant the end of his life.
When he was eleven, just before he entered Hogwarts, his mother secretly engaged him to one of their family friends. After discovering this, he himself went to the other party and cut off ties with the girl. In a way, he rebelled to his mother and engaged himself with their servant's daughter. At first, it was all fun and games, with Lucius following their every move; however, things changed for the two, especially when Draco went to Hogwarts.
Every night, different owls would send letter after letter to Alessandra. Every time the holidays or vacation would come, the thought of her brought him back to the Malfoy Manor, like it or not. He kept telling himself it wasn't love or anything like that, but the closest he ever had to something true and strong. That's why Alessandra was special. But during his fourth year, Malfoy learned that she died of suffocation in one of their kitchens. He didn't believe that story.
Somehow, he knew Narcissa had strangled her to death. Why else would she be moping around the house, glassy-eyed and paranoid? Her guilt betrayed her and Malfoy hated that woman who called herself his mother.
Looking at himself now in the mirror, stripped of everything but his name, he saw there was really nothing Draco owned. All of him was Malfoy.
To hell with these thoughts, he thought, annoyed. He looked towards the hot bath, and raised a brow. Somebody prepared for me!
He dipped a toe in the water before submerging his right foot. The water was warm and scented – just as he liked it. He plunged his other foot into the water…only to step on a lump of flesh.
"What the - !" In fright, Malfoy slipped and fell face flat into the steaming water as he struggled with the flesh which began attacking him. It slipped its slippery fingers around his neck and choked him to death. He tried to claw at it but the soap suds were making it difficult for him to see. Nearly running out of oxygen, the flesh rose from the water, with Malfoy following closely.
Draco was grasping for air, feeling nauseous from the whole wrestling thing. He heard the other thing panting, too – human. He faced his attacker only to be mesmerized by a familiar-looking chestnut mane.
"Could it be…?" He whispered. His heart beat wildly at the possibility. Even in the dark, he was certain it was she.
"Alessandra?" Malfoy called out, and Alessandra Van Dell was resurrected.
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Hermione Granger gasped for breath. There's something under the water!
But the other thing was gasping, too. It must be some kind of human or –
"Hermione?" The other thing called her. She knew this voice anywhere!
"Harry?" She croaked as she finally caught sight of her "monster". She laughed. "All this time I was just fighting you! What are you doing here in the Hufflepuff bathroom?"
"No…" Harry replied, a bit puzzled. "What are you doing here?"
"Taking a bath, you s – " Hermione stopped as she remembered all she had on was her swimsuit. She blushed as she glanced at Harry's wet naked torso, coming towards her.
Coming towards her! Hermione's logic was screaming with alarm. No, Hermione! Stop him! Not one more step or everything would topple down!
"I've waited so long to see you again, Mione…" Harry said huskily. They were now only a foot apart, and Harry's minty aftershave was doing stuff for Hermione's stomach. "Thought it was the end for us…"
"What end? This isn't right…" Hermione stammered, looking everywhere, anywhere but him. "Somet-"
Harry silenced her with a kiss. Hermione melted and gave in. She thought at first that he would be the shy, fumbling type; au contraire, he was aggressive, furious, experienced. She closed her eyes as Harry's hands sent jolts of electricity down her back. She wrapped her arms around his neck – this time certainly not to choke him – and prayed that this was not just another dream.
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She was strangely subdued. Calm, unruffled. Tame. So far from the Alessandra I've known. Time has sculpted her so differently…
But I've missed you so damn much! Malfoy thought as he continued to trail kisses down her velvety neck. How he longed to bite, or even just suck, that soft flesh!
Without thinking, he nibbled at the smooth skin, unable to restrain himself. But Alessandra just moaned and urged him on.
"You like that, eh?" Draco murmured and bit harder into the other side, smiling to himself as Alessandra gasped in pleasure spiked with pain.
"Draco…" Alessandra pulled him in a tight embrace; his insides churning at the warmth emanating from their bodies. He held on to her tightly. If only this would last forever…
-.-.-.-.-
Giggle. Giggle.
"Did you say something?" Draco asked, surprised.
"No…" Hermione shook her head, embracing him tighter. "Do you really care if I say something at this crucial moment?" She gave him a teasing grin.
Draco smiled back, busying himself with her neck.
"Now that's an odd couple!" Giggle. Giggle.
This time, they both heard it. Malfoy and Hermione looked to see where the voice came from: up. Moaning Myrtle.
Giggling, the ghost floated towards the two, her plasma mind still trying to understand this absolutely astonishing secret affair.
She knew these two… They weren't the types who'd get along this CLOSE to each other. And we're talking compressed stomachs here!
"Stop spying, Myrtle!" Draco demanded. Sometimes, this bitch could be so annoying.
"I was not!" Myrtle defended herself, pouting her lips. "It's not my fault I could hear weird sounds in my territory. At first, I thought I was hallucinating…you know, with the history of this bathroom and all. Then I remembered I couldn't be hallucinating because I'm not alive anymore. So I came here to investigate and see you," she pointed at Hermione, "and you," and at Draco, "All snuggly wuggly!" She giggled manically. "I never thought in my whole life, or death whatever, that I'd see soft porn in action! Go! Go! Go!"
"You're pathetic," Draco spat. He whispered to Hermione. "How do we send her out?"
"I'll think of something…" She whispered back.
"Hey, volume!" Moaning Myrtle moaned.
"Hey, Myrtle!" Hermione called, thinking of an excuse. "Crabbe and Goyle are having a snogfest right now somewhere near the Entrance!"
The ghost's eyes widened. "Faggots?"
Hermione let out a mischievous grin. "If you go now, you might still catch up with some major buttramming!"
Myrtle flew off, squealing in delight.
"Crabbe and Goyle are gay?" Malfoy said in God-knows-what-feeling.
"Don't you remember?" Hermione replied, astonished. It was one of the Golden Trio's biggest discoveries ever! "Remember when we sneaked to Hogsmeade, and passed some sleazy gay bar and saw those two enter it, in the nick of time?"
Malfoy's face was inexpressible. "Those bastards…" He muttered. Then, he turned to Alessandra. "So where were we?"
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"Lost in each other's arms…" Hermione caught him by surprise, biting his neck with such fervor, it was inhuman. She had been keeping those feelings bottled for so long. Now, with the chance, why not give it all? This may be her last card at winning Harry's heart.
Must've been too much… She thought abashedly, as she felt the warm trickle of his blood on her chin. She looked up at Harry and grinned sheepishly, her teeth with a tinge of red.
"My wild Alessandra…" Draco cried as his mouth once more reclaimed hers with a passion equaling that of his hate for Potter. He tasted her sweetness and the bitter delicious saltiness of his blood.
"Harry!" Hermione gasped in between breaths as she fought to keep up with his pace. Teenage passion was spilling over… A little more and they may not control themselves anymore. Lips locking, hands prowling, bodies tightening…
Draco paused, breathing heavily as he stared into her eyes. At that moment, no one else mattered but her. He had said he would never fall in love…but here he was!
"Do you want to?" Draco asked, full of meaning. In silent comprehension, Hermione nodded. He kissed her one more t –
"HERMIONE GRANGER! DRACO MALFOY!"
You can all eat crap, professors! Wait a minute.
Something's wrong with that. Rewind to the last part…
"HERMIONE GRANGER! DRACO MALFOY!"
-.-.-.-.-
Blue light flooded the room, breaking the spell. Both pushed themselves away from each other, staring in disbelief at whatever just happened. Whatever shouldn't have happened.
Draco stared at a ravished-looking Hermione, her chin trickling with his blood. HIS blood.
"You!" Hermione shouted at a seemingly frozen Malfoy. Without hesitation, she vomited into the bath.
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A/N: I am so morbid! I know and I love it! Nweiz, watcha think? Don't worry I won't be going overboard, past my rating. Wink Not to forget's my rating the most mature can handle lol
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