Patented Daydream Charms

Title:
Patented Daydream Charms

Pairing:
Draco/Hermione

Rating:
NC-17

Summary:
It had been one of the most wonderful, exiting experiences of her life, yet
Hermione was upset.  She didn’t
understand... How could...  It didn’t
make any... It’s just... Why did the fantasy-lover in her Patented Daydream
Charm look like Draco Malfoy?!

 

Warning:
In one of the later chapters there’s a little snippet that’s more than a
mentioning of Harry/Ginny.

 

Chapter 1

Hermione
Granger did not like to break the rules. 
She didn’t mind stepping over the line once or twice if it were for an
important reason like a life-or-death situation for instance, but acting out of
order for sheer enjoyment was something she would normally frown upon... yet
here she was, about to become a rule breaker. 
Different scenarios of being caught in the act flashed through her mind,
the next one more horrendous and embarrassing than the other.  She wished Ron hadn’t acted like such a git,
which was the reason she felt so compelled to do this.

To some degree, Hermione had been
able to deal with Ron’s sudden liking for having Lavenders’ tongue down his throat,
but what Hermione hadn’t been able to deal with was that Ron acted if she
had done something wrong.  Hermione was
angry and confused, but above it all, she had felt hurt.  Sure, she had sent a flock of pecking birds
at him, but what had he expected, honestly? 
Certainly he must have known how she’d react at seeing him snog another
girl.  Even though they had been dancing
around the subject like two pre-pubescent kids, Hermione did fancy Ron and she
was well aware that he also fancied her in return.  She was also conscious about the fact that he
knew about her infatuation; how could he not? 
There was no possible way Hermione could fathom why Ron was suddenly
going out with Lavender, and why it seemed like he thought she had done him
a personal wrong.  

It had felt like a slap in the face
to Hermione yesterday when Ron had mockingly imitated her by jumping up and
down in his seat every time McGonagall had asked a question.  Okay, she had laughed at his handlebar moustache,
but it had been funny!  What Ron
had done was plain cruel!  And when she
had then heard Lavender and Parvati laugh at what Ron had been doing, she
couldn’t stop herself from crying. 
Hermione knew she could get a bit over attentive during class, but she
was simply good at answering questions! 
Hermione didn’t feel like she excelled at many things, but one thing no
one could take away from her was the fact that she was smart.  No one should make fun of that, especially
not Ron.  There are certain boundaries in
the things one does or says while fighting with ones friends and Ron had
definitely crossed one of them. 

Hermione didn’t feel like she was
especially pretty or graceful, either, nor was she as feminine as all her
female peers.  Fooling around with
make-up and hair products was a complete waste of time to her.  She also simply cried much too often
these days, mostly because of Ron, making her feel like she was a silly child.
Her smarts was what she clung on to; the one thing she knew she excelled
in above everyone else.  That was the
exact reason why it bothered her so much to see Harry besting her in Potions,
in an unseemly manner at that.  Yet in a
way, Hermione could tolerate it, knowing that without the Half-Blood Prince’s
help Harry would never have made it to the top of the class and she would still
be the best.  What she could not, would
not, tolerate was Ron’s blatant betrayal of their friendship.

         Hermione
had started wondering if that was really how Ron saw her, just some know-it-all
overachiever and nothing more.  She knew
she was so much more than that. 
She had her hopes, her passions, her fears, her dreams... She had always
assumed Ron knew that.  It was an
understatement to say that she was a little disappointed to find out that she
apparently was wrong. 

         Hermione
knew she was taking a risk by doing what she was planning to do, but she didn’t
care.  If Ron thought she was just some
overachiever, then she was very intent to prove him wrong.  Sure, she knew she was being petty and a bit
stupid, risking detention over a boy. 
Whenever her dorm mates had resorted to acts like this, (which were so
completely girly it made Hermione ashamed to be part of the female gender) she
had always rolled her eyes and huffed in contempt.  Hermione comforted herself with the thought that
she hadn’t stooped as low as to ask another boy out, just to make Ron jealous
in return.  Now that would have
been girly. 

Hermione was
sitting in the back of the Charms class trying to act inconspicuous, which
proved to be more difficult than she had assumed; she couldn’t stop shifting
anxiously in her seat and dropping her quill every few minutes out of sheer
nervousness.  She looked around; making
sure no one was paying attention to her, and reached into her schoolbag.  Pulling out a square cardboard box, she
looked at its cover, adorned with the highly coloured picture of a handsome
youth and a swooning girl who were standing on the deck of a ship.  She turned it over to read the notes on its
backside.

 

Patented Daydream Charms

 

One
simple incantation and you will enter a top-quality, highly realistic
thirty-minute daydream, easy to fit into the average school lesson and
virtually undetectable (side-effects include vacant expression and minor
drooling.) Not for sale to under sixteens.

 

Hermione was sure that if there was
one way to prove that she wasn’t simply an overachiever, it was by using a
product from Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes during class.  She wasn’t exactly sure what a Daydream Charm
would be like, but she was certain the Weasley twins would have made sure it
was safe before selling it to people. 
She decisively opened the box, retrieved the bottle of orangey liquid
and piece of paper inside of it.  She
bent down under her desk, pretending to be looking for something she had
dropped, and downed the tangy-tasting liquid in one go.  Putting the box and the bottle back in her
bag, she unfolded the piece of paper and whispered the incantation written on
the inside aloud: “Traba Perturbatio”. 
Once Hermione had uttered the charm, she immediately saw herself being
surrounded by mist.  To her surprise and
amazement, the fog drowned the classroom and everything around her in its
white, wispy texture, before it severed and parted again... 

It was a silent night, with the
exception of the faint music of a string quartet playing behind closed doors
and the distinct monotonous tapping of high heels colliding with hardwood
floor.  Hermione walked across the deck
of a ship, trying to free her brown, pinned up hair out of its confines to let
its rampant curls cascade down her bare back and run free in the wind.  She reached the railing and placed her hands
on it, supporting her weight on her arms and sighing contently as she felt the
cool oceanic breeze caress her body.  The
fabric of her ruby-red dress was so light she could feel the chilly air on
every part of her body; a welcome diversion from the hot stuffiness
indoors.  Her gown was so tight it almost
looked like it was painted on her curvy figure; a feat she knew had not gone
unnoticed by the crowd present this evening. 
She hadn’t minded the lusty looks she got from the middle-aged suits or
the scowling glares from their jealous wives; she smirked at the thought that
perhaps a bout of jealousy would spice up whatever passion there was left in
the old bores’ marriages.  Hermione heard
the faded music of the string quartet playing on, drowning the murmurs of the
no doubt tedious conversations going on in the ballroom.  She opened her small handbag to retrieve a
cigarette so she could have a smoke, but grunted in annoyance when noticing the
absence of a lighter.

 

“Typical,” she
murmured, but before she had time to put her cigarette back in her handbag she
heard the distinct ‘hiss’ of a match being ignited. 

 

“Need a light?”

 

Hermione turned
around and smiled at the handsome young man who was holding a burning match,
covering it with his other hand to stop the wind from extinguishing it.  Without replying, she put the cigarette to
her lips and leaned in so he could put the flame against the tip.  She inhaled and pulled back so he could throw
the burning match over the rail of the ship.

 

         “Don’t
they need you inside?” she asked, casually brushing a stray curl over her
shoulder.

 

         “I
suppose,” he answered, 
“but I saw you heading outside and thought you might be in need
of assistance.”

 

         “What
kind of assistance?” she asked flirtatiously, taking another puff from her
cigarette, letting the soothing nicotine fill her lungs.

 

“Oh, I don’t
know,” he replied, a playful look in his eyes, “seeing to it that you won’t get
bored, or cold, or lonely, or any of the before mentioned.”

 

“Well, I am
starting to get rather chilly...” she said, hugging herself,
pretending to be cold.

 

“Then we should
do something about that, shouldn’t we?” he said, stepping behind her and wrapping
his arms around her waist.

 

She leaned back
against him, relishing the warmth of his body radiating through the thin fabric
of her dress.  She hummed contently as
his lips started kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin in the dip that
connected her neck to her shoulder.  She
threw the cigarette butt over the rail and tilted her head in search for the
young man’s lips.  He claimed her lips in
a sensuous kiss; she opened her lips to him and let him make love to her mouth.
Tongues battled for dominance, tasting and savouring each other’s touch and
flavour.  Hermione released a whimper and
quickly broke the kiss. 

 

“My father might
see,” she whispered.

 

         “Still,
I don’t see you try to actively push me away,” he replied with a smirk, leaning
in to softly kiss her neck again.

 

“I still might,”
she murmured, closing her eyes and enjoying his caresses.

 

“Everyone was
watching you in there, did you know?” he said huskily, his hands running over
her stomach, annoying her slightly as he knew that made her squirm because her
skin was so sensitive there.  “They were
watching you and visually undressing you... not that this dress leaves much to
the imagination.” 

 

His hands
unhurriedly roamed up Hermione’s stomach, gently cupped her breasts through the
fabric of her dress and slowly started kneading them. 

 

“You really ought
to wear a bra, my dear.  Those men you’ve
dined with tonight might know it isn’t appropriate to throw you on the dinner
table and shag you rotten, but one of these days you might encounter someone
who isn’t that familiar with proper etiquette.”

 

“Oh dear, perhaps
I should start handing out etiquette-manuals in case I meet such a scoundrel,”
she retorted teasingly, feeling her body warming to his touch, her knickers
growing damp with need.

 

         She
marvelled at how well he already knew her body, even though they’d only been
sleeping together for merely a week, ever since the first day she had set foot
on board of this ship.  After a few
months in New York, where Hermione had accompanied her father who was busy
laying the groundwork for the overseas expansion of his empire in
rubber-production, she and her father were due to return to the UK.  Hermione remembered the tedious time she had
on the first sail, and wasn’t looking forward to spending ten days with people
twice her age, chatting about lacklustre topics like politics and the
weather.  Hermione had been planning to
spend the entire voyage in solitary, occupying her time by reading ‘Lady
Chatterley’s Lover’ and ‘Pride and Prejudice’ for the umpteenth time, and to only emerge during dinnertime to make an
appearance. 

 

Her resolve to
execute this travel plan had died a quick death during the first evening of her
voyage when she found herself swept away by her own passionate love affair, instead
of reading about others’.  Amidst all the
stuffy elderly people in the dining hall, the handsome young waiter had
immediately caught her eye.  When he had
approached her that same evening with a suave elegance and smug confidence
unbeknownst to a servant, joining her on the balcony and offering her a smoke,
she had known this trip wouldn’t be as boring as it had initially seemed
destined to become. 

 

         His
hand was at her hip, his fingers slowly gathering up her dress.  With his other hand, he pulled one strap of
her dress down over her shoulder, bearing one of her breasts, the dusky peak of
her nipple hardening immediately when the chilly night air kissed its sensitive
skin.  She gasped when the fingers of his
other hand moved in-between the juncture of her thighs and touched the silk of
her knickers.  A whimper escaped her lips
when his index finger moved back and forth against her labia, and she bucked
her hips against his hand, urging him on. 

 

One of her arms
was bent backwards, holding his head into the juncture of her neck and
shoulder, keeping him close to her.  She
could feel his erection against the crease of her bum and she rolled her hips,
pushing back against him and earning her a groan.  She moaned appreciatively in return when his
finger started circling the skin around her clit with just the right amount of
pressure, every so often making direct contact with the highly responsive
nerve-bundle.  Their bodies rubbed
against each other, her bum grinding against his cock and his hands working her
breast and her cunt.  They thrust
together in what seemed like an erotic, primal, dance; the jazzy music from
indoors a metronome for their movements. She could hear his breath escaping his
lips in ragged pants and his soft hair tickled the back of her neck and her
cheek.  He was rolling the flat of his
palm against her nipple, alternating with pinching and twisting in-between his
digits, hardening the sensitive peak to a degree where it was pleasure
bordering on pain. Hermione could feel her release building with rapid speed,
the orgasmic explosion almost within her reach. 
Her eyes slid closed, her body shuddering in his arms as she desperately
clung to him, at the brink of release. 
She could feel her orgasm starting in the pit of her stomach, her legs
beginning to tremble. 

 

He pulled her knickers to the
side, drenched with her juices, slid two digits inside of her soaking passage
and that was all it took; she arched back against him as she came, biting her
lip to keep herself from screaming as white-hot heat singed her insides.  While still coming down from her orgasm, she
twisted around and captured his lips in a frenzied kiss, cupping his erection
through his pants.  Her hand curled in
his hair, enjoying the feel of the soft textured in-between her fingers and
bringing his head closer to hers to deepen the kiss.  She pulled back and positioned herself against the railing of the
ship, her skirt bunched up and her leg slightly spread in a silent
invitation.  He advanced on her with a
look of desperate longing in his eyes. 

“Fuck me,” she said, wrapping her
legs around his waist, pulling him against her. 
“Fuck me so hard I can’t walk straight for three days.”

“Gladly done,” he replied with a
smirk.  He captured her lips in a kiss
that almost made her come again right then and there, and then-

“Hermione?”

         “Yes?! What? Yes!” Hermione yelped, jumping in her
seat.

         “Are
you okay?” Harry asked a bit concernedly. 
“Class finished two minutes ago.”

         “Oh...
yes,” Hermione said distractedly, quickly packing up her things.  “I was just thinking about some of the
material we just learned about.” 

         “Sure,”
Harry said, clearly unconvinced. 
“Hermione... couldn’t you at least consider talking to R-”

“I told you; no!”
Hermione replied, closed her schoolbag and headed out the door.  She had to fight herself not to break into a
run.  Even though she felt annoyed at
Harry’s constant attempts to salvage things between her and Ron, she did feel
incredibly relieved that this was where he apparently blamed her current
distraction on.  She headed for her dorm
room, glad to see it vacant, and threw herself onto her bed.  She was shaking with pent-up sexual
frustration and she didn’t know what to do with it. 

Whatever Hermione
had expected a Daydream Charm to be like; she hadn’t expected it to be like that.  What had Fred and George been thinking,
putting such graphic sexual content in there? 
In real life, she had only gone as far as kissing a boy, which
had been a one-time occasion with Victor Krum and had transpired at the end of
the Yule ball two years ago.  She had never
been touched like she had been touched in that daydream.  Hermione squirmed at remembering the hand on
her breast, the mouth ravishing her neck, the hand down her knickers...  She was a little embarrassed about it, but
wasn’t ashamed to admit she had truly enjoyed that.  It had been easy to be swept up in the
experience, almost believing that she was the woman in the dream, that she was
so sexy and desirable.  It was difficult
not to enjoy the experience of graphic romance through another, more
experienced woman.  Even though she had
enjoyed it, Hermione was upset.  She
didn’t understand... How could...? It didn’t make any... It’s just...

Hermione stared
up at the ceiling, her brain plagued with the vision of stormy grey eyes
looking down at her in lust, his pale, hot skin touching hers, her fingers
tangled in his white-blond hair, his mouth devouring hers like there was no
tomorrow...

 

What had Draco
Malfoy been doing in her daydream?!

Hermione slapped
her hands to her face to cover her shame. 
She hated him!  He
constantly insulted her and made her feel like dirt.  One of her fondest memories was the time she
had slapped him in the face, for once rendering him speechless.  Hermione had never looked at Draco
Malfoy as someone she’d be willing to talk to, let alone to have him fondle her
breasts.  The fact that she had enjoyed
the dream didn’t improve the situation. 
Merlin, how good it had felt to have his hands on her flesh, how much
she had wanted him.  Of course, it
was the young woman she played that had felt this yearning for him and had thus
transferred them to her, obviously, but the emotions were still
overwhelming.  This brought Hermione back
to her initial question: what had Draco Malfoy been doing in her daydream? 

She doubted that
the Weasley twins had put Malfoy in the incantation, and she also knew she
hadn’t put him in there, so who did?  Had
Malfoy somehow seen her with the Daydream Charm and thought it would be fun to
curse it to pester and confuse her?  She
didn’t think so.  Malfoy would rather die
than touch a Muggleborn, even if it was only a dream version of himself doing it. 

Hermione opened
her eyes, got off her bed and angrily started muttering to herself while pacing
the room.  It didn’t make any sense; she
didn’t want Malfoy to be her fantasy lover!  If she could have picked anyone, it would
certainly have been Ron... or Johnny Depp.

After a few
moments of quiet contemplation, Hermione came to a satisfying conclusion; the
Malfoy-thing was just a fluke.  Maybe the
charm is partially subservient to the mind of the person who takes it.  Malfoy had been sitting in the same class she
was in when she performed the charm; perhaps he had been the last thing she saw
before she was sucked into the fantasy and he had subconsciously still been on
her mind.  Yes, yes, that must be
it! 

The only thing
Hermione had to do now was to make herself believe it.

 

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End of chapter 1

A/N: The rest of the story will
consist out of several more Daydreams. 
I’ve asked the members of the yahoogroups I’m a member of (the It’s
Always The Quiet Ones yahoo group, Draco and Hermione yahoo community and the
Sleeping With The Enemy yahoo group) to throw some requests my way, out of which
I’ve selected the ones I liked best.  By
the way, the ‘dream’ in this chapter wasn’t a request, because I’d already
written it before I came up with the idea.

To everyone that has sent
something in, I’m sorry if I haven’t written yours.  It probably wasn’t used not because I didn’t
like it, but because I didn’t have any feeling with the era or because the
situation looked too much like another story.

In any case, thanks to all who
have taken the time to make up a story: Robert O’Connor, Trio, Vashka, Cherii
emrei, Krissy, Demoness Mark, Wendy, MuDbLoOd_sLyTheRiN, Faye Blackkk,
Freisaeris, Bluejedi100, Aisha.