Out of Hand by relativelypositive
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Chapter 17: Desperation
"I am so fucking hard I could do spells with this thing. Swish and flick, if you know what I mean!"
Draco tried to tune Blaise out. Ever since Draco had released him from the spell, Blaise had been trying to make him uncomfortable.
He was very uncomfortable, but not because Blaise was being purposefully crude.
He was uncomfortable because he was jealous.
It may have been Pansy on the inside, but on the outside it was Granger.
Blaise got to hold her, kiss her. He touched her boobs.
Draco had always been too afraid to go that far when he made out with the few girls that made it past his defenses.
Blaise, of course, knew this.
"Small, yet firm. I couldn't feel nipple, but I was working with a time constraint. It wasn't my best work."
"Shut up, Blaise!"
"You know, I might kiss the real Granger now. For comparison."
Draco resisted the urge to shove his friend.
"I might just do it. It's not like I can do any damage."
Draco growled. Then blushed. Then started walking faster.
"She did feel good. Even after the spell was lifted I didn't lose my erec-"
"Blaise! I said to shut the fuck up!"
"Admit you like her," Blaise challenged.
"I don't like her. I don't know her."
"Admit you like her, and I'll shut up."
"Screw you."
"When I grabbed her butt, she squeaked like a cat toy."
Draco couldn't get away from Blaise fast enough. He was afraid he'd punch him.
"I'd say she was a good kisser, but I think that's a skill that is based on experience. If you had kissed her, it'd have been like kissing Pansy again. You know, Pansy's technique. Because it was Pansy. And you fucking taught her to kiss. You feel me?"
Draco tried to remind himself that it wasn't her, but the visuals were in his brain.
He couldn't separate them.
He tried to tell himself that he hadn't spent enough time with Granger to be having this kind of reaction…overreaction.
The boys reached the dungeon just in time to meet Snape.
"Why do you look so…happy? And why do you look so upset?" Snape demanded.
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Draco watched from his spot in the corner as Pansy and McGonagall entered Dumbledore's office.
He was disillusioned. If he had been a Muggle, he might have said he was having an out-of-body experience.
Blaise, his devious best friend, had been given Polyjuice Potion with Draco's hair in it. Snape had listened patiently as the boys told him what Pansy had done (the edited version) and had given them the potion, saying that Pansy would get what she deserved.
The first thing Blaise did after the transformation was shove his hand down his pants and "rearrange."
"Man! Knock it off!" Draco yelled.
Blaise smirked. "Not bad."
"Shut up!"
"Like we never compared."
"Four years ago!"
"I know. Congratulations!"
Snape then dragged the boys away from each other and told them to behave.
He took them one by one to the Headmaster's office so no one would see them together, and they waited patiently.
They didn't have to wait long.
Draco watched as Hermione (Pansy) saw Draco (Blaise) and her eyes lit up.
She stepped forward while extending her hand, smiling as she took the next step, then fairly leapt and attached herself to Blaise's body.
"Miss Granger!" Professor McGonagall protested, clearly appalled.
Pansy continued on to rub her chest all over Blaise. When she decided that wasn't enough, she lifted her right leg, and, well, Draco could only describe it one way, she humped herself on Blaise's crotch.
On Blaise's end, he tried to play the part, but he was enjoying himself too much. He was smiling like a loon, which Draco tried not to look at. He made a mental note to never make that face. Ever.
Draco vaguely heard Professor McGonagall's thump as the fainted dead away.
"Yes!" Pansy screamed in victory. "You thought you'd marry that Mudblood slut? No fucking way! I was born to be a Malfoy, and I would kill you before I let you marry someone else!"
Pansy had been ignoring Snape and Dumbledore, her triumph consuming her.
Now, as she heard Dumbledore say her own name, Draco could see the defiance welling up inside her.
"You can do whatever you want to me, but I'll be Mrs. Pansy Malfoy, and you can't do anything about it!"
"But I can," Blaise mentioned as he pulled out his wand. "Thanks for the rub, Pansy. Petrificus Totalus."
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Hermione woke up in the corridor adjacent to her own portrait hole. She had almost been home!
But would she have been safe? Had Romilda attacked her because the opportunity was too perfect, or would she have attacked her in the middle of the common room?
Hermione wasn't going to take any more chances. She took out her wand, went to the corner, and peeked around.
She realized she was limping when she entered the common room, but she just didn't care. She had no idea what time it was, but she knew where she had to be.
She ignored everyone in the common room as their exclamations assaulted her ears. She had a headache that was literally making her eyesight wobble.
She marched into the 6th year boys' dormitory, ignoring Harry's surprised concern. She stole his invisibility cloak and gave him a vicious glare when he tried to get in her way.
Harry trailed her down the stairs and out the portrait. She answered no questions and ordered him to go back.
She ignored his protests and concern, whipped the invisibility cloak over her head, and started working her way to Dumbledore's office.
But nothing was working in Hermione's favor today.
As she scurried down the stairs Hermione couldn't see her feet and missed a step. She fell forward, splitting her forehead on a riser, and slid down the rest of the flight.
Nothing new was broken, but everything hurt. And now her forehead was bleeding down her face and onto the inside of Harry's cloak. She had the very Muggle thought that she hoped it wasn't dry clean only.
She slowed down not because she felt the need to be more careful, but because she could barely see through the blood.
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Dumbledore secured Pansy to a chair in the middle of the small space.
Blaise had appropriated the Headmaster's station behind the large desk, and was laughing at the situation.
Draco wasn't finding any of this funny. Pansy, whom he had known since he was born, and had briefly dated, was trying to force him to marry her. He'd thought she was a friend. A hostile and bitter friend, but still a friend.
The Headmaster and Snape had levitated McGonagall to a settee in the corner, and were working to revive her.
Draco was wondering what to say to Pansy, who was Silenced, yet screaming at him in rage.
Then he saw that the potion was finally starting to wear off.
He had never seen someone's body turn into someone else's by bulging, cracking, rearranging, and snapping. He wondered if it was painful.
It was certainly gross. He felt his breakfast start to come back up.
As he started to lay into Pansy, he missed the door seemingly opening by itself.
He shouldn't have. He was looking right at it. Well, he wasn't looking at the door; he was busy not looking at Pansy's deformed features.
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Hermione had just entered the small inner office when Malfoy started yelling at her.
"That is the grossest thing I've ever seen! Fuck, that's hideous! I'm going to puke! How can you even live with yourself? You're a disgrace! You think I'd marry you? No fucking way."
He was just standing right there, in front of Professor Dumbledore and Professor Snape, and he dared to insult her?
Everything hit Hermione at once. All the pain and frustration, the fear and the bewilderment. As the tears started flowing, her unexpected rage overflowed as well. Her magic started whipping around her, but that's not how she got her revenge.
She took two swift steps and kicked Malfoy square in the balls.
A/N:
Was it everything you'd ever dreamed it would be?
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