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Chapter 2: Desire Comes In Many Forms

Walking into the darkened bedroom, Draco Malfoy knew something was amiss. Hadn't he already come here after dinner, angry at himself for letting the bloody mudblood get to him? And why in Merlin's name could he not see an inch in front of his nose?

He walked forward slowly, his eyes straining to catch a glimpse of anything so that he might get to his bed. His head was throbbing and attempted to press his wrist against his forehead and found that his body was not…there.

What the…Malfoy's thoughts echoed loudly in the room and he felt himself cringe at the loud cries. Then he realized that it was not his own voice that was causing his mind to ache. The loud noises were coming from the bed in the centre of the room. A room that he couldn't seem to maneuver his way around in. Taking a deep breath, he strolled forward with confidence, a slight feeling of anxiety prodding at the corners of his mind. In all reality, he had no clue where he was, but if anyone should him now, he'd be damned if he let them see his fear.

He suddenly came into sharp contact with the side of the bed, and cursed loudly when he felt his shins hit the frame of the bed. Bending down to rub them, he stopped midway and realized that the entire bed was shaking. Now what he thought as he tried to feel his way around it. His hands, although he could not see them, seemed to strike the material of the canopy that shielded the bed from his vision. What vision? He thought again, attempting to tug the damn material out of his way. I can't see a bloody thing.

Feeling as though he had pushed as much of the material out of his way as he could see, he leaned forward and began to feel his way around the bed, searching for something, but for what he didn't know. Suddenly his hand brushed against what felt to be a person's thigh, Malfoy leaped backwards in panic, hoping he hadn't walked into someone else's room. That thigh had felt feminine…oh god, he was in so much trouble.

"Oh yes!" a familiar voice moaned into the darkness and Malfoy's eyes, assuming his body was actually there since he couldn't seem to see himself, bulged in surprise, and he swallowed thickly, wondering how on earth he managed to get here of all places. But then he wondered why he couldn't feel his body, and then began to doubt his own sanity.

Suddenly, his vision cleared and there, lying on what definitely looked like his bed, was Hermione Granger. And she was naked. And there underneath her…

Draco almost had a heart attack. There was a boy. Underneath her. He couldn't see who that boy was though, he appeared to be a 3D version of a shadow…a figure of darkness. Except he seemed to be enjoying her attention very much, as he sighed her name with what sounded like breathless pleasure. He saw Granger grab the mysterious figure and tug his mouth closer to her and watched on in growing astonishment as her hand reached down between their bodies to grasp the boy's length and he saw the boy thrust his hips forward in obvious pleasure.

Standing there, staring at the image, Draco suddenly had the impression that he was not actually in his own room. He felt, almost certainly, that he was standing in a seventh year's Gryffindor room. The figures on the bed seemed way too intimate with each other…it was almost as if…they had known each other for a long. Draco suddenly felt very ill. The figure wasn't that tall, so it couldn't have been Weasley. It had to be…

Draco felt his heart lurch in his chest when he realized it had to be Potter. Goddamn Potter. Draco walked closer to the bed and stared down at Hermione's back, her brown curls falling over her skin in waves. He felt an unmistakable twinge of loathing take hold of him and his fingers curled in anger. He assumed that Potter's face was contorted with pleasure. How could it not be? He watched, his temper rising as Hermione's mouth traced a path down the boy's body, moaning softly as though she had never tasted anything so fine.

He winced when he heard the boy gasp as his back arched off the bed when Granger's mouth wrapped around his hardened length. The curls dangled around her face, framing it as though she was a queen. Despite himself, he moaned, wishing it were him underneath that lithe body, being tasted and loved by that wicked mouth.

"Hermione, I need you! NOW!" The figure cried out sharply and Draco shook his head in disbelief as the voice, although familiar, sounded nothing like Harry Potter.

"Take me, Draco," Granger purred, her eyes locked on the boy beneath her. And Draco watched, entranced, his own face revealed to him, as he grabbed Granger's silken locks and tugged her mouth to his again, their bodies coming together in perfect harmony.

Leaping up in bed, his heart racing and panting as though he had been running for hours, Draco felt the remnants of his powerful orgasm drying uncomfortably on his naked skin. He watched through hooded eyes as the sun crept over the horizon, informing him that it was now the following morning, and classes were to begin. He felt sedated and he lay down again on his sheets that were soaked through with sweat.

He wondered why he'd been so angry in the dream. It wasn't as if Granger belonged to him. Yet came the unbidden thought, sounding smug and confident. Draco smirked and turned onto his side, gazing at the rising sun. This wasn't the end of the world, really. He wanted Granger, he had a few people to contend with (her being one of them) but he knew (as he was Draco Malfoy after all) that he could accomplish it easily.

With the war going on, Draco needed something to do to keep his mind off anything remotely serious. But he knew he would take his attempt to seduce Granger very seriously. It was a game – a game that she had started, now that he thought about it. He felt himself grow hard again at the image of her mouth and he realized the mudblood had indeed been right when she had slammed the door in his face on the train. Then he had felt anger. Now, as he stroked himself to completion, he only felt an amused sort of indifference when he thought of how many ways he could make her eat her own words.

Literally.

Staring at herself in the mirror, Hermione noticed that her eyes were dilated. She had a huge headache and she felt as if her entire body were on fire. Her hands were shaking and she had to take deep breaths to calm herself. She felt as though if she didn't have someone to touch right then, she'd go insane. Which is why she felt extremely surprised when Ginny walked into her room saying good morning and all Hermione felt was…well, nothing. She sighed in relief and picked up her books, ready to head downstairs to breakfast with Ginny, Harry and Ron.

Shutting her door, watching Ginny walk down the stairs in front of her, Hermione thought back to yesterday and the events that had transpired. When she did that, she winced and clutched at her forehead, trying to soothe her headache away. But it was no use. It throbbed dully and each time she took a step down the stairs, she felt herself losing air. Finally, she got to the bottom and felt her vision spinning. It wasn't until she heard Ron's voice call to her from across the common room that she looked up and felt the world stop spinning.

Harry was standing next to Ron, looking at her with worry written across his face. That was the last rational thing Hermione, when her body tensed and her fingers curled into fists.

Harry and Ron were by her side in an instant and were about to ask if she was alright, when suddenly she smiled at them both. But the smile didn't reassure them. She looked as if she was going to do something positively scandalous.

Harry looked at her, saying nothing, while Ron was instantly captivated.

"'Mione, you look pretty today…" Ron said quietly, blushing profusely, attempting to sound confident. Her eyes flickered to him and she cocked her head to the side, watching him closely.

"Do you really think so, Ron?" she asked, stepping closer to him. Ron gulped and his hands began to sweat nervously.

"Uh," he attempted lamely, looking at Harry desperately. Harry then grabbed onto Hermione's arm and tugged her towards him.

"Look, Hermione, you've been acting really strangely and you look…different," Harry cursed quietly at his lack of eloquence, and began again, "and it's really worrying me, so if you could just tell me what's going—" but he was cut off instantly when he felt Hermione's hand run down his chest and his eyes widened in surprise at the blatant display of desire.

"Harry, no need to be aggressive. At least, not in front of everyone else," she smiled seductively into his eyes and Harry noticed that other Gryffindors were beginning to take notice of them. Harry felt his cheeks heat up and he jerked his head at Ron and Ginny, beckoning them out of the Common Room with him and Hermione.

When they climbed out of the Portrait hole, Harry turned to face Hermione and found her staring back at him, her arms folded across her chest, the mocking smile still there. Ginny looked from Harry to Hermione and then decided to tug Ron down to breakfast.

"Hold on, Ginny! What about Hermione—" Ron protested, staring back at them longingly, while Ginny rolled her eyes and muttered something about the stupidity of boys.

In the silent hallway, Harry stared at Hermione questioningly, waiting for her to speak.

"Harry. I've always wanted you. Sure, Ron's great…but I love how trouble seems to follow you everywhere. It really excites me."

That was not the answer Harry was expecting to hear and he opened his mouth to say so, when suddenly he was pushed backwards against the cold stone wall and felt Hermione's body press against him.

By Merlin she was hot. He felt his blood rush through his body and set his nerves on fire. He never felt anything like this before, except perhaps when he was playing Quidditch (without the intense heat) and when he had shacked up with…

No. The thought immediately flew from his conscious thoughts and somewhere into the unknown and the only thing Harry was immediately aware of was the intense heat radiating off Hermione's lush body and her supple mouth pressing against his. Her hands were underneath his shirt and they burned him; he hissed sharply in a mix between pleasure and twisted pain and he couldn't stop himself from arching into the touch. Then he remembered who this was and the impact of that knowledge hit him like a ton of bricks and he suddenly felt like he couldn't breathe. Pushing her away hard, he clutched at his stomach, still feeling the imprint of her hands on his chest, gasping sharply for air.

Something definitely was not right. He looked at her, his eyes weary, remnants of desire still evident in them. When he finally found the strength to speak, he spoke, as though he carried a heavy burden, "Hermione. I'm not attracted to women. I'm gay."

The words had no effect on Hermione. Harry was surprised that she looked relatively unmoved by his words. This did not upset him, but it did make him wonder why the hell she had basically forced herself on him. And why he had reacted so strongly, if he really was as gay as he thought.

"I'm glad you told me, Harry," Hermione said, still smiling. "But I still want you." Harry thought anyone else would have said it with conviction, with something bordering on possessive and tinged with a bit of passion. But Hermione said it as though she were reading a fact out of her Hogwarts: A History book. Harry slowly rolled off the wall, realization dawning on his face.

"Hermione…we're going to be late for breakfast. Let's go." They began walking to breakfast, Harry making a mental note to talk to Fred and George later.

They had a lot of explaining to do.

Draco Malfoy had been happily enjoying his breakfast, listening to the mixed garble of his two companions, Crabbe and Goyle, mumbling about how they had Potions that morning, and if Draco wanted to sit near Potter, so he could give him a hard time. He had smirked, but said nothing. He had bigger fish to fry than taunt Potter. Besides, he had better pay attention in Seventh Year Potions, or Severus would be writing to his father and he really did not need his father on his back this year. Not when there was so much to be done.

His thoughts were interrupted by Potter and Granger coming into the Great Hall. Granger looked completely at ease, especially considering most of the male population of Hogwarts was watching her progression towards the Gryffindor table. He watched the Weasel wave at both of them and point to the seats he saved across the table. Pathetic.

Potter, on the other hand, looked entirely debauched. And pissed. That was rather an odd combination and Draco wondered if it had anything to do with Granger. Though if it wasn't Granger, it didn't make sense. Most of the people Harry ever spoke to were already in the Great Hall.

Suddenly, the doors to the Great Hall opened again with a loud bang, and shimmering dust whizzed around the room, covering everyone with it. A low murmuring started up and Draco touched the shiny particles with his hand and sniffed it. Then, a loud applause sounded and Draco looked up to see the Weasley twins stroll confidently into the room, waving at everyone. The staff at the head table looked on, amused at their antics. He laughed at Severus' face- the usual dark expression, with a curled lip. Ah, so the twins were good for something after all.

"Greetings, Hogwarts' students!" one of them bellowed, raising his arms up in the air. "What we have just doused you with—"

"—is a special formula of our own making, that will prevent you all from getting a detention your first day at school!" continued the other one.

"No, it is not a repellant to the Professors; it will simply prevent you from doing anything that will get you in trouble!"

All the students groaned and the older students slapped their foreheads, some immediately attempting to cast curses at the twins. Every Professor at the staff table stood up, excluding Snape of course, and clapped for the twins. Fred and George Weasley bowed graciously to everyone, and made their way over to the Gryffindor table to say hello to their younger friends.

"Cheers, 'Arry!" said Fred, punching his shoulder playfully. "Now you won't have to worry about a thing. Snape can't get you with this stuff!" Harry regarded him as though he were insane.

"Are you kidding? Snape will give me detention just for being in class. I'm never safe from him," Harry said moodily, stabbing at his bacon. Fred grinned.

"Ah but Harry, what we didn't mention—" said Fred excitedly,

"Is that the teachers just won't notice you doing anything wrong. You could probably get away with dancing starkers on Snape's desk and he wouldn't even notice," George finished, smiling down at Harry.

Harry looked up at George and smiled back.

Their gaze was broken by Ron, who elbowed Harry in the arm, whispering quietly, "Oy, Harry, Malfoy's shooting daggers at us." Harry looked up and across the room to glance at Malfoy. He didn't seem to be bothered that he was caught, he merely stared back, his face blank. Harry knew immediately to be on his guard.

The twins said goodbye, George patting Harry on the back, looking at him pointedly. Fred walked beside his brother up to the Staff table, looking sideways at his brother. Very quietly, he said, "You're too obvious, mate."

George said nothing.

Malfoy had to admit that the twins had the right idea going. Play the teachers and students against the other, making friends in all places. Then he started noticing a crowd of boys, from all houses, including his own (What the hell Zabbini!), circling around Hermione at the Gryffindor table. The teachers didn't seem to mind, they were all too busy congratulating the twins for their excellent charms' display.

She watched her laugh and told them all that she needed to finish her breakfast and she linked both her arms through Harry and Ron's, smiling coyly, and saying something that looked suspiciously like, "two delectable men right here," and then a series of groans from all the boys around her. The weasel was blushing again, and Harry, to his surprise, was flushed as well.

So perhaps it was Hermione who debauched him…

The familiar flare of anger shot through him again, but it died upon the realization that it was just Potter. Draco smirked and took a sip of his orange juice, marveling over Potter's predicament. You poor bastard…

At the Gryffindor table, Ron's face was only getting redder by the second, for Hermione's hand was inching up his thigh, and the touch burned right through his pants. He tugged at the collar of his shirt and tried to avoid Ginny's insistent "Ron, you look very flushed, are you sure you're alright?"Harry on the other hand, was very much at ease. Until he felt the small flutter of fingers against his hip. Harry shifted away slightly, cursing himself at forgetting to approach Fred and George about what they had obviously done to Hermione. She had mentioned seeing them before they arrived on the train…but what on earth could they have concocted this time, to alter an entire personality.

Especially one as rigid as Hermione's.

It was time to head to Potions, where Snape would be in his usual foul mood, and Harry, despite the encouragement he had received from George, felt only dread. Ron still hadn't recovered from Hermione's flirtatious demeanor and he was stumbling around, looking like a complete idiot. Harry glared hatefully at Ron for acting like such a fool. Didn't he notice that this was not Hermione? Harry wouldn't even bother telling him, he had a goofy grin plastered to his face and he walked as though he was floating on a goddamn cloud.

Harry saw Malfoy exit out of the great hall, his fellow Slytherins remaining behind. Harry wondered why Malfoy was going to Potions this early. It wasn't as if he had to worry about Snape giving him detention. He favoured the bloody ferret after all.

Hermione and Ron were walking ahead of him and he waved goodbye to Ginny who looked at him with sympathy. Then, Harry had an idea.

"Oy Ginny!" he called after her, when they were about to split up after leaving the Great Hall.

"Yes Harry?" she asked, turned around to face him.

"Could you tell George..and Fred," Harry said thoughtfully, "That I need to speak to them at lunch."

Ginny looked at Harry a moment before replying, "Does it have to do with Hermione?" Harry couldn't help but grin.

"Thank god you've noticed too. Yes, that's exactly what it's about. Could you tell them?"

"Sure thing, Harry!" he watched her run off and he turned around and picked up his pace to catch up with Hermione and Ron who were headed towards the dungeons.

Draco Malfoy made his way to the Slytherin dungeons for Potions, despite his being a bit early. He still hadn't fully recovered from last nights dream and he swore silently for about the thousandth time that morning as he tried to keep his thoughts from wondering to Granger's pale skin, her soft mouth, and her long legs. He didn't know how he was going to face her today, if he actually had to talk to her. Would he get too excited? He frowned. No girl ever had this kind of effect on him. It was as if he was actually attracted to the fact that she was a mudblood and a Gryffindor, not to mention best friend of his…mortal enemy. Yes that was it. He was only drawn to the danger, not the mudblood herself. But was that all? He knew it wasn't love, he didn't believe in the whole "hate to love" concept. Obviously neither had Hermione. She was too practical. But she was becoming a walking erotic fantasy. And it infuriated him to no end.

Finally, he was outside the Potions classroom as he waited for Snape to open the door to let the class in. Snape always left breakfast early on days he taught Potions in the morning. He liked to be there to make them all wait. He took sick pleasure in throwing off everyone's morning. Draco wouldn't mind, except Snape's mood always seemed to put his morning off as well.

Bloody Snape thought Malfoy, leaning against the wall.

He thoughts changed to Granger again and he imagined her in his dream, naked and moaning. He wanted to both hurt and fuck her more than anything at that very moment. The sounds they both made in his dream came back to him and he allowed himself to shut his eyes and picture her body underneath him, her head thrown back in ecstasy as he pounded into her. Forgetting where he was, a small whimper escaped from between his lips and he opened his eyes immediately.

"Drakie poo!" shouted Pansy Parkinson, running down the hall towards him. When she got there, she threw her arms around his neck. He tried not to groan when she pressed her hips into him, and he knew immediately that she would feel the evidence of his arousal against her small body. He stiffened when she pulled away from him and watched her face grin in satisfaction. He cringed mentally. Great, just great he thought, wishing that it had been anyone else. He mentally screamed for her to get off him, as he began to panic, thinking that the Golden Trio would be arriving any minute and they would see the disgusting pug licking his ear as though she owned him.

Of course, he had no chance. He heard a cold voice that was bathed in ironic amusement say icily: "Get a room, Malfoy."

It was Potter. Granger and the Weasel were standing beside him. Draco suppressed a shudder when he saw Hermione's bare legs which were of a deep bronze, long, and shapely, like they had been in his dream. Why the hell is the Head Girl breeching dress code!

Pansy looked up at him smirking, thinking that Draco was about to say something in scathing reply, when she saw that he wasn't looking at her. His gaze was settled on Granger and she was horrified to see the lust in his eyes. She quickly moved away from him, as though she had been burned. She walked hurriedly away. Draco didn't understand what the hell had gotten into her but he was grateful that she was now gone.

He rolled off the wall and stood to his full height, regarding them with something akin to indifferent amusement. He allowed them to see his obvious desire, directing it fully at Granger. Potter and Weasley weren't stupid; they could see his desire and Weasley moved forward as though he would strike. Potter only stood there, unmoving, regarding him with cold indifference.

"Want something, Malfoy?" Granger cocked her head to the side, her eyes flickering in the dull light of the dungeons. He saw his own desire mirrored in her eyes, and he took a step forward, his mind swimming with images of taking her against the dungeon wall.

"You know what I want, Granger," he said, his voice hoarse. She merely smiled at him.

"Ron, I think I left my books in the great hall-" She was caught off abruptly by Ron.

"Yah, I'll get it 'Mione," he said roughly, glaring hatefully at Malfoy. Harry sighed heavily and glanced back at Malfoy. Ron was better off not seeing this anyway, he'd probably break Malfoy's nose. Harry realized he felt like doing that himself. He stepped closer to Hermione unconsciously, continuing to gaze at Malfoy, wondering where he was going with this.

"What is it that you want, Malfoy?" She said his name pointedly, stressing the syllables. Malfoy was tired of this, and he was tired of Potter staring at him, waiting for something to happen.

"A good fuck." Potter didn't react; he hadn't expected him too. Granger, to his surprise, didn't seem to react either. She merely raised an eyebrow at him and glanced at Harry. Harry looked back at her silently.

"What do you think Harry? Think he's any good?" Malfoy's eyebrows immediately shot up, shock clearly written all over his face. He looked at Potter and watched his features contort with something he didn't recognize. His eyes were shuttered.

"Hermione, snap out of it. This isn't you." Malfoy didn't know what to make of that.

"Oy Potter, what the hell do you care? It's not like you're interested in girls anyway."

That had not been the right thing to say. Malfoy saw Harry's horror stricken face and he watched Hermione's eyes suddenly sparkle with understanding.

Oh my god. What have you done?

"That's it, Malfoy! I'm so tired of your bullshit. I'm going to KILL you!" Next thingDraco knew, he was being tackled to the ground, Potter's hands around his throat, attempting to strangle him. Draco stared up into Potter's eyes, trying to will him to stop. Suddenly, Harry stopped, and he stared back into the blond boy's eyes. He immediately got off him and backed away.

Malfoy then noticed the running footsteps and the large crowd that had gathered around them. Weasley was standing beside Hermione, her books in hand, and he nodded at Harry in satisfaction.

"I'm sure he deserved it, whatever he said," Ron said, turning to Hermione. "Are you okay?"

The door to Snape's classroom flung open and out marched Professor Snape, glaring around at all the students.

"What is the meaning of all this?" he shouted, his eyes immediately locking on Potter.

Harry stared back at Snape, his face looked a bit pale, but he looked almost defeated. He didn't flinch under Snape's gaze.

Draco knew what he had to do.

"It was my fault, Professor Snape," Draco said. Snape finally noticed Draco on the ground. He sneered at Draco's position on the floor.

"And why is that, Mr. Malfoy?"

"I rudely implied…" Malfoy paused, trying to find the right words, "that I wanted to bed, Granger." He heard cat calls from the Slytherins and the outraged remarks from the Gryffindors.

"That's harassment!" shouted Seamus Finnegan, immediately jumping to Hermione's defense.

"Oh right, Finnegan, like you haven't said anything like that to a girl before," countered Blaise Zabbini.

"Enough!" shouted Professor Snape, sneering at all the students around them. Everyone was quiet as they waited for their Potions Professor to decide what would happen.

Snape's upper lipped curled as he gazed down at Malfoy and nodded reluctantly.

"Everyone get inside the classroom now, or I shall take 100 points from both Slytherin and Gryffindor!" Immediately everyone rushed inside the classroom, except for Ron, Hermione, Harry and Draco.

Snape turned to the Gryffindors. "Potter. Weasley. Inside. Now." Ron looked at Hermione, feeling reluctant to live her alone with Snape and Malfoy. Potter followed him, watching Malfoy as he did so.

Snape's lips curled distinctively and he nodded very reluctantly at the blond boy. He yelled to everyone to get inside the classroom, and they grudgingly followed, the Slytherin's glaring at the trio, and the Gryffindor's glaring at Draco. Once they had gotten inside, Snape turned to the four of them and spoke harshly.

"Mr. Malfoy, you will apologize to Miss Granger. If you don't, both of you will have to remain outside, and miss this very important class."

Draco got up slowly and stared at Granger, feeling slightly amused. He nodded at Snape. The professor turned with a swish of his robes and walked into the classroom, slamming the door behind him.

They stared at each other. Granger seemed unbothered by any of the events that had just transpired and Draco began to wonder if Potter had been onto something. He slowly moved towards her an was surprised when she matched him step for step.

"So…" the word hung in the air between them, and Draco suddenly felt as though words were unnecessary. Her eyes were focused on him, her face tilted as though she was waiting for him to kiss her.

"I know you won't apologize," she said tonelessly. "You don't need to." Then, her body was pressed up against his, her mouth attacking his insistently, her tongue running along his teeth. Malfoy was floored by her sudden reaction but he grabbed onto her hair, like he had watched himself in his dream, and yanked her closer against him and he ground his hips against hers.He felt like he would burn alive and the heat almost overwhelmed him, but suddenly it was gone. Instead of burning, he felt a strong pull between their bodies, and he wondered if he had imagined it.

"Mmm, you've always wanted me, haven't you?" He asked when he slowly pulled away from her mouth, as though he felt the answer in her kiss.

She was smirking at him, her eyes burning with intense lust.

"In your dreams," she responded. His was transfixed by her words.

"Oy!" a voice shouted from down the hall. Fred and George were walking towards them quickly.

Draco cursed them and their whole bloody family as Granger slowly pulled away from him.

"Something wrong?" she asked airily, as though she were smiling, though she wasn't.

Fred and George looked disgruntled and they motioned with their hands at the Potions' door.

"You have class, go inside." Hermione nodded at their words and turned to go into the classroom.

Draco looked at the twins, not with malice, but with open curiosity. They both avoided his gaze.

"Go, Malfoy."

He followed Granger into the class, but not before hearing their heated whispers behind him as he shut the door.

Potter was definitely onto something.

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