dISCLAIME- I IN NO WAY OWN HARRY POTTER.
A/N- THIS CHAPTER REALLY WROTE ITSELF. SO I'M SORRY FOR ANY PECULIAR SITUATIONS OR ODD SCENES. It was hard to write at times but at others, like i said, IT WROTE ITSLEF.
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Draco rolled his eyes and ignored her. He settled himself next to her, looked into her bewildered eyes, and quick like a snake, wrapped a hand around the nape of her neck and brought her forward, crashing her lips against his. Soft, and warm and absolutely addictive, that's how it felt when he so much as touched her, again he smelled her, that heavenly scent, the one that made him want to eat her alive, was that fucking scary? Cause it certainly was to him. However, right now, It was bliss, like last night, except he would prolong it this time.
He ignored the way she tried to scream against his lips,he stopped her shoves by wrapping his hands around her small wrists, the thought that he could crush them if he wanted too occurring to him, he wouldn't, but it was a thought. He leaned her back, and he could almost laugh at her feeble attempts to make sure he didn't lay down on top of her, he did so anyway, keeping her hands pinned next to her head. He knew he wasn't being gentle, he didn't want to be. He wanted to put her in her place, to teach her a lesson. He let his weight drop on top of her, and pried his lips away from hers, he did something familiar. He pressed his nose against the smooth skin of her neck, taking in her scent, Merlin, he wanted to taste her again.
"Did I ever tell you how good you smell?" He asked, not aware of why he felt the need to talk.
"Did I ever tell you how psychotic you were?" She shot back, using her body to try and push him off as best she could.
"Want to get straight to business huh, Granger? Thrusting yourself at me already?" He shot back, he bit her neck, he liked it so much how it felt extra sensitive between his teeth, and how it rubbed softly in between his lips. He could hardly contain himself around this girl and it really should scare him, except right now he didn't care. He let go of the skin in between his mouth and licked her open neck, relishing in her taste, how he would live without it he didn't know.
"You taste good too" He mumbled against her skin, kissing up her throat and to her jaw line.
"And I get to have every bit of you" with those last words he forcefully wedged himself in between her legs.
Hermione was not taking this lying down. She couldn't wrap her head around his actions or his words but she knew that she wasn't supposed to like it. That the fluttering in her stomach was from disgust and that the pounding against her chest was from fear. The blood boiling through her, coursing through her veins causing her to heat up was definitely from anger, in no way, shape or form could she possibly be enjoying the fact that Draco Malfoy was on top of her and kissing her.
"Get off! Get off this instant or I swear-"
"You'll what? Scream? Hit me? Curse me? The door is closed, and without magic you can't possibly hurt me. So I suggest you shut up, because this is going to happen, and you're going to like it"
And with those words Draco threw all worries out the window, he tuned out her voice, her furious eyes, her very being, all he saw was the body he couldn't get out of his mind for the past week, ever since he had helped her with those Ravenclaw girls, and he caught his first whiff of her, he couldn't get her out of his mind! She made him crazy with her very presence and she was going to regret ever entrancing him like that!
He let go of one of her tiny wrists, using his free hand to let it slide down her curvy side, loving how good she felt even through clothes. He let his hand run down to her hip and lower to her exposed thigh. Draco gave her a wolfish grin and pinned her thigh to his side, taking full advantage of her spread legs, he began to rub against her.
'Crap, if I get too into this I wont be able to stop!' he swore, rubbing against the soft girl beneath him again and again. He couldn't help his hard breathing, he couldn't help the way he groaned, or the way his hand gripped her thigh tighter, she felt so good. Before, with any other girl, Draco never felt so turned on over nonsense foreplay, he liked getting straight to it, however with Granger, he could do this all day and enjoy every second, just rubbing against her fully clothed. Because, Merlin she felt so bloody good.
He had let go of both her wrists now, deciding he wanted to be pressed even harder against her, and used his free hand to hitch her other thigh to his hip. He was fully invested, he was kissing her everywhere, letting one of her thighs go, he roamed her body with his hands, loving everything he felt, loving how soft and warm she was. Never in his life had he felt anyone like her. He rubbed frantically against her, wanting release, wanting all of her, wanting to penetrate through her, he had to have her!
Hermione was relieved when both her wrists were dropped, she had to do something, because honestly, how could she be enjoying this? She needed to get away!
'It's a completely biological and understandable body response, for both of us! I, however did not initiate it, nor do I want it! I have to get away!' Her thoughts were frantic, wanting desperately to grasp at everything she was feeling.
In particular the way Malfoy's lips were hot against her skin, or the way his hands felt as they thoroughly explored her body, and the fact that he was currently in between her legs and was doing things to her she had never imagined of doing, not only during school but not until she was married!
Yes, she didn't care how much of a prude she seemed, she wanted nothing of this sort! But the worst fact was that, even while she fought him, God, she had never felt anything like this, and she was not only curious to the new feelings she was getting, but she liked it, she liked it so much! She liked the hardness of his body against hers, she liked the way his hands were slightly rough on her skin, rising goosebumps wherever he touched.
And as if that wasn't thoroughly disgusting, she realized that she liked it Because IT was Malfoy! Because for a while now, she only got fluttering butterflies around him, because he made her Feel!
'Goodness, whats the matter with me?!'
"Malfoy! Get off!" she yelled, desperate to get away, to get away from him and to get away with her new and confusing thoughts. She pounded against his back as hard as she could,
It was like he didn't feel, all he did was kiss her and then roughly bite her lip!
'When he kisses me...' she couldn't stand this! This was impossible, it was disgusting, it was incomprehensible and completely ludicrous, but she felt like she was floating! His touches and his kisses, they were highly addictive.
'It's just the spur of the moment! Get out of here! Get away from him now' her thoughts rationally yelled at her, reminding her that she wasn't doing enough to get away.
She was completely torn, that is until she felt his hand go higher on the inside of her thigh.
"Wait,Malfoy! No!" She scolded, reaching down and trying to pry his hand off her.
"And why not? I want to" he muttered, one hand grabbing the back of her head and slightly picking it up, lips gliding down her throat and across her collar bone.
She liked the way his voice sounded, he spoke breathless, it was insanely attractive, it also sounded dangerously out of control.
"Just, please, get off me! You don't like me! I'm a Mudblood, and you're disgusted by me, please let me go" She cried, hearing the tears in her voice.
"Shut up, just think of all the new material you get to share with your friends" He snarled, more determined as his hand continued to snake it's way up her skirt.
"What are you talking about?! I didn't tell them anything!" She really hadn't, they had figured it out, mostly!
"Don't lie to me Granger! They practically jumped at my throat during breakfast, and lets not forget your cute little show of hiding behind them" He retorted, pinching her inner thigh, causing a shooting pain to go up her leg.
"Ow! You complete ass! If they nearly jumped at your throat is because they hate you, and can you blame them?! Get off me! Get off me!" she cried harder, as he began to massage her inner thigh, slowly making his way up.
Her insides were squirming, something was building up inside her, she didn't know what it was, but it wasn't completely unpleasant, as it made electrifying jolts run up and down her spine.
'No! I cant like this I cant!' she fought with herself as her eyes shut tightly together.
"Malfoy, Just, just...please! Please don't do this to me?!" She begged, he stopped moving.
She opened her eyes and saw him sneering down at her. He bent down and slammed his lips against hers roughly, harshly biting her lower lip and entering her mouth.
He grabbed the nape of her neck and tried to bring her closer trying to get his tongue as deep into her sweet mouth as he could.
'Can she be any more fucking desirable?' He silently cursed.
Hermione had tried everything, she had yelled at him and pleaded, hell she had swung at him, but she was going to do it again! Because he wasn't getting it through his head that she didn't want this! That he couldn't just do as he wished to her, she wasn't his doll! She wasn't Pansy! She would not get pushed around and ordered and let him do as he wanted with her!
He had once again made himself comfortable between her thighs, was slamming himself against her, and was kissing her without her consent or participation, he really acted as if he could do whatever he wanted with her body!
"I said, get off me!" She yelled, it being a bit muffled by his lips,
He slightly pulled away from her, but when he did, her fist connected with his face.
"Mother fucking bitch!" He hissed, completely pulling away from her and holding his hurt cheek, it barely stung, however it pissed him off..
"I told you to leave me alone!" She feigned bravery, suddenly afraid of the rage in his eyes, but not willing to show it.
He didn't say a word, he hadn't expected that hit, for a while there he even thought she was enjoying herself, oh but she would pay. He swiftly got up but kept looking down at her form laid on the couch. He smirked and began by taking of his black robes, he threw those on the side of the couch by her own. He started unbuttoning his shirt, she quickly shot up and her eyes widened, she covered her face and turned away from him.
"What are you doing?! Are you mad?!" she shouted, horrified at his actions.
He continued to undress and he let her hear him unzip his pants, however he kept them up. And then he lunged at her again.
"Harry and Ron are going to hear about this, if you think you can get away with whatever it is you're planning you are wrong! You wont make it out alive when I tell them what you've been doing to me! They'll rip you apart you...you... Malfoy!" She threatened, she needed him off. An new panic rising in her chest, would he really go so far?.
All he had to say was 8 little words to send her into frantic and terrified hysterics of "Leave me alone!" and "Put your clothes back on!"
"They wont make it to you in time" He had muttered darkly against her temple, before he kissed his way down her face and across her jaw, licking and nipping at her neck every now and then.
She had been strong, she had fought and she couldn't help it anymore, Hermione cried. She cried loudly, cursing at him as he tried to take advantage of her. Throwing a hit at him whenever he grabbed her too tightly or kissed her too hard. He had slammed her back against the couch again and laughed when she cried as his hands tried to untuck her shirt from her skirt and reach underneath. When she didn't let him do that, he had grabbed the top of her blouse and tore it open at the top!
It was with a dark chuckle that he got off her, just as he was making his way dangerously close to her lady business.
"Quit your blubbering Granger. I'm In perfect mental health, fucking you isn't going to happen, happy?" He spat getting of the couch and slipping his shirt on, buttoning it back up.
She had quickly sat up too, and he enjoyed the way her hair was messy and out of place, more so than usual. Her lips and eyes were swollen. Her neck was extremely red and marked, so maybe he had gone a bit overboard with the biting, but he didn't care. Her clothes were attractively out of place and messy, her blouse even had missing buttons! Exposing a cute lacy little under shirt, that did very little to cover her pink bra underneath. Her skirt was almost hiked all the way up, exposing those creamy thighs of hers, which were also slightly red, probably from how much he grabbed them. He loved his work, let her brag about that! It was his idea, that he could have a bit of fun with her and mess with her, scare her at the same time making sure she never thought about screwing with him again.
"What is wrong with you?! What did I ever do to you?!" She viciously growled at him as he straightened his clothes.
"You breath and live, that's my problem. Oh, and you can't keep your little Mudblood mouth shut, let this be a lesson! When I say shut up, you shut up!" he hissed back.
"I can't believe you! You ass! You complete ass! Do you know how my friends know? It's because you left my neck all marked last night, they saw what you did, who else was with me but you?!" she hurled back, accusing. Displaying her neck, which really was extremely marked.
Draco looked at her, he certainly wasn't going to admit he was wrong, because he wasn't, if she wasn't so bloody pristine she could of gotten away with lying.
"Why wont you just leave me alone?! Can't you just leave me alone?! I'm tired of you and your words and what you do, I'm tired! I'm fed up! I can't stand you! I wont take it anymore!" she cried out, letting everything out. She was so sick of him, 5 years, she had put up with his verbal, and now physical and apparently sexual, abuse for 5 years! And she was being succumbed to this?! crying in front of him and begging he leave her alone.
He looked down at her and shot her a disgusted look.
"And you think I'm not sick of you either Mudblood? You think I'm blind and stupid? that I don't hear the whispered conversations you sodding Gryffindors have? That I don't hear you blabbering about my father or family? That I don't notice you observing me? That I'm stupid enough to not realize when a bunch of idiots are tailing me,following me around? Using potions to get information from me? Don't insult me, I'm not Ronald Weasley, I'm not a complete and useless shit for brains!" He roared back, pissed off, who the hell did she think she was?!
Hermione glared at him and he glared back.
"I loath you!" She hissed.
"The Feeling's mutual, Filth" with those parting words, he grabbed his robes and left the room, leaving Granger to deal with the rest of the mess and herself.
Hermione had started shaking the moment he left, she let it all out. 'Why am I crying! I can't let him make me cry! I'm so sick, I'm so tired of him!' Hermione was clutching at her chest, the way her heart pounded against her was painful. She was so exhausted, she wanted to lay back, close her eyes and never wake up.
However, she was Hermione Granger, she had a ton of work. Resting wasn't an option at the moment, and neither was crying. She wiped furiously at her eyes 'I'm not going to cry'
She finished cleaning the room and quickly made her way to her dormitory. She had to change her ruined shirt before Arithmancy class.
She also made a mental note of telling Harry and Ron to be a bit more conspicuous around Malfoy, he was far more observant than they gave him credit for. 'I suppose I should have realized, I mean, he isn't one of the top students at Hogwarts for nothing, Harry is just hell bent on finding out if he's a death-eater but he has to be careful, we all do.'
She had gone through the morning as usual. Paying attention in her classes, ignoring the Slytherin's that decided to follow the leader and pick on her for her 'Impure blood'. Making sure Ron and Harry didn't get into any violent altercations with said Slytherin's.
It had occurred to her that it was the first time, in a long time, That Malfoy didn't insult her at every turn he saw her. After the dreadful incident where she'd almost become a statistic, he had ran into her at least three times, and all those three times he passed by her and her friends without a word. Maybe a sneer at Ron, or an unintelligible gesture at Harry, but it was as if he didn't notice her. Hermione felt like she could breath easy.
It was finally the end of the day, they were at supper and she had to tell Ron and Harry what she knew.
Of course before she could corner them, they cornered her.
"There's more! Why is there more, Hermione?!" Ron viciously growled, grabbing her upper arm and dragging her to the Gryffindor table.
"What are you talking about, Ron? And get off me, you're hurting me!" She hissed. Ron instantly let her go and apologized.
"Don't play dumb with us, Hermione, we know perfectly well how bright you are! Why is there more?!" Harry's eyes were blazing with furry. Hermione would've been frightened had she not known them and that they would never hurt her.
"What are you two on about?" She feigned shock, except she knew perfectly well what they were talking about. She had seen herself in the mirror, it'd be a miracle if she could hide her neck from them.
"Oh, Merlin! You're neck Hermione! Your neck has more red marks! I'll kill him!" Ron stated angrily.
"Just the same ones as before" she quickly said.
"Hermione! It was when you went to do that task for Snape,wasn't it! what did he do?!" Harry challenged.
"It's nothing, promise, C'mon guys! If he did anything to me ever again, I Would Kill Him Myself!" She tried to sound convincing.
Harry and Ron shared a look, Hermione could tell they were starting to thaw out. She knew exactly how to get them off that topic and into a more serious one.
"But some things were said, when we went to do the task for Snape. Which was to clean a dirty little closet, Anyway that's not important" She spoke quietly to them.
They instantly leaned in, hooked. "What was said?" Harry questioned.
"He knows we've been keeping him on our radar. He knows we sometimes follow him" She whispered so no one but her friends would hear.
"Impossible, we always use Harry's invisibility cloak!" Ron let out a bit loudly.
"Shh. I don't know how, but he told me he knows we follow him and watch him. He also knows about second year, about the poly-juice potion, how did he figure that one out?" She asked, honestly intrigued. That potion was supposed to be untraceable, unless someone caught you changing back or actually drinking the potion.
Harry and Ron shared guilty looks. "We were changing back, when we were in the Slytherin common room. I thought we managed to get out in time, he must have spotted us" Harry explained.
"Yeah, You're scar was a dead giveaway. Not to mention your glasses, which he noticed right away" Ron said, it was becoming a bit obvious even to himself.
"I was thinking more along the lines of Weasley red hair protruding from Goyle's head" Harry shot back, unamused at Ron's accusations.
Hermione looked between both of them and began to laugh "We just have to be careful, alright?" she said. They nodded.
Ron's stomach gave a loud grumble and like that he began shoveling all sorts of food on his plate. They all ate in peace, or so it seemed.
Hermione couldn't help but notice Malfoy's clear cold shoulder, not that he was ever warm. It was just odd that he kept ignoring her or more to the point, hadn't insulted her, earlier it had soothed her but now it put her on edge.
'What is he planning? Is he trying to give me a false sense of security before he attacks me again? Well I am not going to let that happen! I swear I'll hex him'
Hermione let her gaze glide over to the Slytherin table in front of her. Malfoy always seemed to be directly in her line of vision, ever since she started school she recalled herself sitting in front of Harry and Ron, and beyond her friends, was either the back of Malfoy's head, which she didn't mind. Or she would be met with his face, he would usually be almost smiling, which was an odd sight for her, since she only ever saw him sneer,smirk or laugh cruelly. Of course, she was someone he didn't like so he would never smile at her, not that she cared.
But it never seized to amaze her. What an odd sight, to see Malfoy enjoying himself, having friends. Having a world outside of insulting her and her friends. To know there was people out there that actually enjoyed his company. Where was the appeal? He couldn't always get along with just his good looks to impress the girls, and fear to control the boys. These Slytherin's seemed to genuinely like being around him, it was odd.
Hermione was so involved in staring at him, she began to poke what little she knew of Draco Malfoy. That which went just beyond him being the despicable prick he was to herself and her friends. She observed him as he talked, when he was being sly he had a way of playing with his tongue inside his mouth, and sometimes licking the corner of his lips. He raised his eyebrows a lot, and when he was questioning he would only raise one. He didn't move his hands a lot but he didn't seem stiff. Malfoy had a way of lifting his chin higher when he was being addressed, making sure the person who spoke to him knew who the superior one was, of course he did this with everyone even the teachers. The way he walked was different too, it was more of a swagger, and a lazy step. He took his time, as if he had not a care in the world, but it immediately called attention, you knew he was someone who people pursued, it reminded her so much of the graceful but dangerous stroll of a dangerous jungle cat.
And then she saw it, she saw the corners of his mouth lift. No, not into a smirk but a smile. Her eyes widened, she had to admit she was a bit dazzled.
His smile was something on another level, it was the kind of smile they would put on magazines. That smile, in the Muggle world, it would be on movie posters, and commercials about cars or some other, more attractive product. Draco Malfoy was a good looking guy, and she had to at least give him that much. He was what a lot of her friends would call "The Bad boy type". He was more dangerous than even he himself knew.
Hermione wondered vaguely if it was true, did he know how dangerous he truly was? Without his parents he already had so much. His cunning and deceit as a Slytherin, his intelligence at spells and Magic and potions, his etiquette and mannerism. His way of speaking was that of a higher class and demanded respect, His looks were a weapon of their own. He truly was dangerous and that was without his connections.
'What do I know about him? Just enough to stay away, to avoid him as much as possible. People like me and him don't mix'
Hermione was shocked to find that the thought held a shadow of sadness behind it.
She quickly ripped her eyes away from the Slytherin table and back to her own. Harry was observing her, she could see it.
"What is it Harry?" She asked, a bit on edge.
"Hermione, you have a bit of sauce on your hair" He said it very sternly and then he laughed.
Hermione looked down and sure enough, there was sauce on her hair. She laughed too, grabbed a napkin and cleaned it.
"I'll be going now boys, alright? I want to get washed up and start on my homework. See you in the common room?" She asked, looking at her friends as she stood. They both gave her nods and brilliant smiles.
Before she left she gave one parting glance to the Slytherin table, easily finding the Silver head of hair she was looking for. She was a bit shocked at herself to realize that she indeed wanted to give him a parting glance.
'I must be going mad' she thought and quickly left.
Hermione glanced at the watch on her wrist nervously. 6:30 PM. It was a bit early, but she should probably get going and review the lesson that Snape left for the day. It was Friday evening and she was not looking forward to being alone with Draco after yesterday's events.
'He ignored me all day yesterday, hopefully it's more or less the same today and he isn't trying to pull anything!'
She stood from her seat.
"Off again Hermione?" Ron asked, pulling away from a heated discussion with Harry,.
"Already? This is a bit earlier than last time" Harry stated.
"I know, but Snape gives us pretty advanced work, I want to look it over thoroughly before Malfoy shows up" She explained, gathering her things and putting them in her bag.
"We'll walk you" Harry stood up, stretching his limbs.
'No, guys, it's really fine. Enjoy the rest of your supper" She insisted.
"we're going Hermione" Ron stood as well.
She smiled at them, because honestly, she didn't want to be left alone. "Well if you must" she playfully rolled her eyes at their protectiveness.
They happily chatted as they made their way to potions class. It was when they were at the front of the door that Harry and Ron gave out frustrated groans.
"Can you believe what he did?!" Ron started.
"I know! It's torture, and poor you Hermione!" Harry whined.
"Poor Hermione? Poor all three of us! We got stuck with the worst three!" Ron corrected his friend. Hermione chuckled at them but God, were they absolutely right. She unhooked her necklace and opened the door, going over to Malfoy's seat and now also her seat.
Snape had been more displeased than he had let on when everyone switched seat the day before, so now they were to stay in the seats he re-assigned to them. Hermione had been elated to know she'd share a seat with Ron now, except that wasn't it at all. Snape had made Malfoy her permanent seat mate.
Hermione laughed, of all the unfortunate luck all three of them had been stuck with Slytherin students.
She recalled the memory perfectly. Today morning they had walked to potions in the morning, taking their usual seats, perfectly complacent. Hermione besides Dean and Harry and Ron besides each other. Until Snape walked in.
He glided to the front of his room and looked around. Than he chuckled darkly, unnerving most students.
"No, No, this wont do" He had said with a devious smirk in his face.
Everyone was confused by his words and silently waited for him continue.
"Yesterday, everyone took it upon themselves to rearrange their seats to their liking. I am giving you the permission to go back to those exact seats" He had said, he worded it like a request but everyone knew it was an order.
Hermione smiled brightly, grabbed her bag and ran over to Ron. She poked Harry in the arm.
"Get up Harry, this is my seat now" she stated elated, not feeling all that bad about stealing Harry's seat.
"Pardon?" He asked bewildered, looking at Ron who shrugged and responded "She's right mate"
Harry grabbed his bag and stood awkwardly, Now Hermione felt bad. There was only one seat that hadn't been occupied yesterday. She cringed at her friends luck, he would be sitting next to a Slytherin, Tracey Davis.
"Oh, no,no this wont do" Snape tsked. Hermione instantly felt that all too familiar sense of impending doom. Why did she have a feeling this had to do with her?
Snape walked back and forth in front of his desk, tapping his chin once "Ah, I see" He smirked.
"Miss Parkinson, Miss Granger, switch" He ordered.
Hermione's jaw dropped "Sir!" She was ready to fight for herself this time.
"Yes, Miss Granger?" He asked, she could clearly see the amusement is Snape's eyes and it angered her.
'That doesn't seem very fair. Everyone else who rearranged their seats gets to sit next to whom they wish. Why do Pansy and I not get that choice?" She asked, feeling like she made a good case for herself.
'The same reason, Mister Malfoy, Potter, and Weasley don't. Because I'm in charge and you do as I say!" He growled.
She sighed and got up. Pansy got up as well, shockingly without protest. Hermione noticed the way that Malfoy slid his chair to the end of his table away from hers.
Harry had sat back down next to Ron. Hermione smiled because at least her friends got to sit together.
"Excuse me Mister Potter, you happen to be in miss Parkinson's seat" Snape pointed out.
Pansy stood next to Ron's chair and raised a brow.
"What? But than where am I to sit?" Harry asked confused.
"There is a very open space by Miss Davis" Snape simply pointed out.
"But that's not fair! I wasn't here yesterday, I didn't change my seat" Harry protested.
"Take that up with Mister Weasley and Miss Granger. But for now do as I say"
"Sir, with all due respect, I am the one who changed my seat. Neither Ron nor Harry did" Hermione said, hoping to salvage her friends situation. She knew it was too late to save herself from her seatmate but maybe she could make things better for Ron and Harry.
"You know. Miss Granger, every time you say 'With all due respect' there seems to be a lack of respect. I give the orders and you follow and you should respect that!" He snapped, glowering at each member of 'The Golden Trio'
They all sighed simultaneously and Harry went to sit next to an angry Tracey Davis. Hermione once again noticed how cozy Pansy made herself next to Ron.
She turned, where right behind her sat a very miserable looking Harry.
'This is my fault' she thought guiltily. 'They don't have it as bad as me, at least' she glanced at her seatmate.
Who seemed extremely far for the inclosed space they were in. She had half expected him to turn to her and throw an insult her way, or at the very least give her a look of disgust. It had been quite a shock when he did neither.
Hermione snapped out of her reverie and walked over to Snape's desk, dropping her bag of on her desk on her way, picking up the assignment he left. Harry and Ron sat atop Harry' and Tracey's new desk, still discussing their less than pleasurable predicament.
Estrelladelmar Potion. Her eyes widened like saucers, no way! No way did he expect them to make this potion! Hermione already knew all about this potion, she had tinkered with the thought of it in many occasions, tried to master every single thing about it, memorize every ingredient on the never ending list. However she never actually tried to brew it, because it was so complex, so completely absolutely complex. Surely Snape had made some sort of mistake, because Malfoy and herself couldn't possibly do this.
Before getting carried away from herself she looked at the note in Snape's Handwritting.
Miss Granger
I am not to say if you know about this potion or not, although I must point out that in Hogwarts it can only be found in the restricted section and students under sixth year can NOT go into the restricted section without proper permission from a professor. The only potions professor is me, and I have given you no such rights, therefore I'll assume you do not know of this potion. With that out of the way, I have left a 50 page, thorough and raw reading. Along with the reading you will notice a 80 question packet and 2 essay's that must be handed In. This potion is far more advanced than anything you have been taught, You and Mister Malfoy will have a course of 10 days to complete the reading and assignment, roughly three weeks of tutoring. You are not expected to brew this potion, do not try to. Wait for further instruction and make sure Mister Malfoy paces himself with this assignment. I will collect bits of work, so for today, I want the first 10 questions answered and you will find the answers to that in the first few pages of the reading.
-Professor Snape
Hermione frowned a bit, he didn't expect them to brew it? Why was this feeling more and more like an extra class and less like tutoring sessions? And finally, why in the bloody hell was she expected to tutor Malfoy for over 3 weeks?! Possibly longer, as this would only be their second assignment.
She groaned aloud.
"What's wrong?" Harry's voice made her jump, she had forgotten they were here.
"Relax Granger, what's with you?" Ron chuckled.
She gave him a look, he'd used her last name, which was odd, no one did that, except Malfoy.
She shook away the eery feeling, she realized she hadn't heard her last name since yesterday morning.
"Oh, it's just this assignment, it's going to be a bit tough" She informed.
"What's it about?" Harry asked, curious.
"You're not supposed to be here" Came a dark voice from outside the door.
Hermione almost fainted, at first she thought it was Snape, but she recognized this voice too well, Malfoy. He was worse.
"Yeah? Well we're here anyway" Ron said, jumping off the desk he sat on.
"I can remove you, if you'd like" Malfoy drawled, smirking as he leaned on the door frame.
Hermione looked away from the sight, as strange, confusing things started to happen in her stomach when he smirked.
"Oh, really Malfoy? And how?" Ron challenged, taking a step towards Malfoy's relaxed figure.
Hermione looked between Ron and Malfoy, she took a minute to study them. She was a bit shocked at the fact that she hadn't noticed the obvious change in her red-headed friend. He had become increasingly bulkier than 3 years ago. She couldn't believe she had pictured him lanky for so long. Right there before her stood the body that she could only describe as a quidditch goalie's body. He was lean, muscular and tall, no wonder so many girls chased him now a days
She hadn't even heard Harry walk over as he stood next to Ron. It was fairly obvious who the more muscular one was. Harry had a good build, he was muscular but Ron just dwarfed him, in height and frame. He even almost looked like a body guard, just not scary big.
Than her eyes strayed to the boy smirking against the door frame. She could groan at how familiar his frame had become, he had to be in a place between Harry and Ron, not quite as Burly and big as the first but not as small as Harry either. He was just so devilishly good looking.
Her jaw almost dropped to the floor, she had caught her first glimpse at why girls were on them so quickly, they really had grown fit and good looking in their own way.
Hermione violently snapped out of her reverie, for a second there she had been gawking her best friends, practically brothers! And her worst enemy, she shuddered not knowing which was worst.
She focused on the confrontation, as all three boys were now trading insults.
"Enough!" She cut them off. She gnawed on her bottom lip not liking one bit what she was going to say next.
"Harry, Ron, I think it best you leave. I really rather you stayed, trust me! But Snape threatened to expel you if he caught you here again, who knows when he might come around" She panicked.
She tried to ignore the way she slightly jumped when Malfoy strolled past her to his seat.
Ron and Harry shot her understanding and sympathetic looks.
"We wont be far" Harry told her, though she suspected the warning was not for her ears.
"Real close, actually" Ron added, smiling at Hermione. She waved them goodbye.
When Ron and Harry left, she smiled at the way they left the door wide open. She decided it was in her best interest to keep it that way. She took her seat, next to Malfoy.
Hermione was about to speak and let him know of the assignment when he stood. She instantly stiffened, and relaxed when he walked away from her. Her eyes narrowed when he went to the seat in front of her.
"Malfoy, I have to explain the assignment" She pointed out, unamused by his little display of dislike.
"I read Snape's note" He stated simply, Hermione almost shook at the way he said it. His voice was completely hollow. Like he was talking to himself.
"Right, but we have to work together" She stated.
"I don't see why. I do my work, you do yours" his voice was a bit edgier this time.
"The point of this, is for me to teach you"
"The point to this is for me to learn" His voice was definitely edgier.
"Yes, but how am I supposed to know if you don't understand something?!" She was honestly irritated.
"I'm not so dense you Mu-"Hermione watched him tense, hearing the clear aggravation in his voice.
"I'll say if I need something explained" His voice was hollow again, it almost concerned Hermione.
"Alright, but if you don't get this I refuse to take the blame" She warned. Malfoy blatantly ignored her.
She read through the first 10 pages of the reading, her mind half out of it. She kept looking up at Malfoy.
'Well, whats gotten into him? Crookshanks got his tongue?' she almost laughed at her own joke, had she not been honestly curious.
He was uncharacteristically quiet, and completely ignoring her. Which was odd, because Draco never passed up an opportunity to insult her or bother her, but this was the second time today. First potions and now tutoring, places in which they couldn't escape each other and he had blatantly ignored her existence in both situations. She would have reveled in it, had he not kissed her and completely harassed her a few days ago putting her on edge. Had he not been on her mind more so than usual as of late.
'Ugh what do I care? I should just be glad that he isn't bothering me!' with that she looked back at the text in front of her and let herself be absorbed in all too familiar words, because she had read these exact words at least a dozen times.
Estrelladelmar, a Spanish centered name, Meaning Star of the sea. The reason this very powerful potion is called that is because, it's a regeneration spell. That wouldn't be so hard to believe as a couple of spells, albeit complicated, do the same. What makes this potion special is the fact that if what limb needs to be brought back is linked with a possibility of death, the Estrelladelmar potion will stop it. It's the closest thing, since the Reveviris Elixir, to a reanimation spell. And while much more complicated than the Reveviris Elixir, it's success rate is much higher than that of the Reveviris Elixir. Of course, the situations in which the Elixir and Potion would be needed are quite different.
It was barely audible, but she heard it. A quiet chuckle. Her head shot up and Malfoy was facing in her direction. He had propped his legs on his desk and was leaning against the one he sat on, like a makeshift couch. He looked impressed and amused as his eyes excitedly scanned the reading in front of him, and the sight to Hermione's eyes was just too much to fuss over. She hated the way her stomach churned.
'What's happening to me?' She detested that Malfoy's face was facing her direction, because she couldn't help herself from occasionally peeking.
'He's acting strange, he must be up to something' With that final thought, she turned back to her work.
Before she knew it, so absorbed in answering Snape's questions, the tutoring time was up. Malfoy stood up, threw his completed assignment on her desk, making her jump with his nearness, and made to walk out.
"Did you understand everything?" She asked, she needed to make sure he was well informed.
"Yes" he didn't stop in his long strides and briskly walked out the door. Her eyes narrowed, did it seem like he was in a rush to leave? His walk wasn't slow and deliberate like usual, it was as if he was escaping.
Before she could ponder on the thought the door flew open. Harry and Ron rushed in.
"Hiya, Hermione" Ron greeted.
"What are you two doing here?" She smiled happy to see them, picking up the completed assignments and walking them over to Snape's desk ready for grading.
"We told you we'd be close" Harry reminded, a smile playing at the edges of his lips.
"Well then, let's get out of here, I'm exhausted" She laughed as she walked over to her friends. All thoughts of whatever Malfoy's new attitude and silence meant washing away, as she and her best friends walked out, chatting happily all the way to their common room.
Draco sneered down at the book in front of him. Merlin, Binns had lost his bloody mind! He actually expected Draco to read a book written by some savage Muggle?! No bloody way!
He grabbed the offending book and chucked it across his common room, he had been forced to hear it in class, but in no way shape or form would he be forced to endure it outside of that boring class, screw whatever Muggle holiday all girls celebrated, Vault-in-use day, or whatever the hell it was called. And he certainly cared even less for the 'heartbreaking romance that Shakespeare bestowed upon us' as Binns had put it..
From what he had been forced to hear it was about some stupid rapist bloke,Romeo, he was like 18 and the girl,Juliet, was no older than 12, it was sickening really. What the hell is a child suppose to know of love and passion at that age?!
If anything it only showed the savagery of Muggles, forcing themselves and taking advantage of younger female Muggles.
And the most atrocious line in the book he had been forced to hear in class for the past two days had to be "My only love sprung from my only hate"
That just took the cake, not only was it revolting but it was highly ridiculous. Where did this bloke's loyalties lie? It should be with his family not some silly child he revoltingly thought he loved. What a shallow fellow indeed, as just a few hours before he met his Juliet, he had loved another.
'My only love sprung from my only hate' Revolting indeed, Draco mused in his common room before his mind wandered to much more pressing matters and people.
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