Extreme Temperature Changes Ahead!
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
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Adult +
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3
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Extreme Temperature Changes Ahead!
A/N: Been off the scene so long I forgot my old account name... lol. My first attempt in a long time at this, so please be gentle. This is a short chapter, just to get things started. Please let me know if you think I'm headed in the right direction, or if I'm headed off a cliff. Thanks! I promise some lemons soon!
Draco paced in the now empty common room. How dare Hermione insult him like she did! Especially in front of his friends! Ever since the two of them had been appointed Head Girl and Head Boy, that know it all twat hadn’t ceased her never ending prattling. She was always so pushy, the damn girl. Draco pondered on how she could be firmly put into her place. Draco had often thought about how he could further torment the girl, and, as a matter of fact, rather enjoyed the subject. But, as of late, he couldn’t understand why the idea of making her suffer didn’t bring as much joy to him as it used to. He chalked it up to getting older. ‘With age, comes wisdom.’ He laughed to himself. He found that more and more he was thinking of the Granger girl. He would catch himself staring at the tendrils of hair that would rest in front of her face, vacantly wanting to brush them away. Or he would notice her feminine curves under her clothing. Once he had even thought about what undergarments she was wearing. His own thoughts never ceased to amaze him. Of course, he knew nothing would ever happen between himself and Granger, not that he wanted it to. Or did he?
Just as Draco was about to address that issue, the devil herself popped through the portrait hole and into their common room. She merely ignored him as she proceeded to walk over to her room. Draco’s blood began to boil. First, she insults him, and then she has the nerve to ignore him!
“Hey, Granger!”
“What do you want, Malfoy? I’m not in the mood for your mindless babble.”
“Mindless babble? Me? When you’re Miss Know-It-All-Good-For-Nothing-Granger? I won’t having you insult me in front of my friends again, mudblood! Next time, there’ll be hell to pay.”
“Oh, really, Malfoy? Hell? As if I’m not in it already, having to actually spend time with you on a daily basis. And I didn’t insult you. I merely pointed out that you have absolutely no brain whatsoever. That’s not an insult, Malfoy. It’s a well-known fact. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to bed.”
With that, Draco grabbed Hermione’s arms and pushed her against the nearest wall, using his body to fully crush her to it.
“I’ll not excuse you, Granger,” he breathily spoke into her ear. His very breath sent shivers down Hermione’s spine. He felt her body tremble. He assumed it was with fear, but Hermione knew that wasn’t the case at all. She wriggled against him, wanting more than anything to be let go. She shouldn’t be enjoying this, it just wasn’t right! This was Draco Malfoy, after all!
Draco felt her writhe against him, trying to free herself. Feeling her body against his felt so damn good… too good…
“Let me go, Draco!”
“Promise you’ll be a good little twat from now on, and not embarrass me in front of my friends!”
Hermione struggled against Draco further, only causing more friction between the two.
“I can’t promise you that Draco. It’s not my fault you’re a stupid git! I merely pointed out the obvious.”
Draco smashed his hips into hers further, pushing her butt flush against the cold stone wall. He ground into her, and had to stifle a moan. He knew he shouldn’t let her see he was actually interested in her. Although, he sure as hell didn’t know why.
Hermione let out a surprised half scream when he pushed her further into the wall. She didn’t expect Draco to use so much bodily contact, even if he was trying to intimidate her.
Draco released Hermione and threw a disgusted look at her.
“Don’t you dare insult me again.”
Before Hermione could reply, he stomped off into his own room, slamming the door behind him. Hermione was so angry, it took all of her willpower to not blast down the door and hex Draco’s ass. Which, come to think of it, would be a shame. He had a very, very nice ass. Wait, what was she thinking? Why did she care about his ass? Very angry, confused, and somewhat turned on from Draco’s body contact earlier, Hermione followed suit with Draco and stormed off into her own room. She knew she wasn’t going to get an ounce of sleep tonight.
Draco paced in the now empty common room. How dare Hermione insult him like she did! Especially in front of his friends! Ever since the two of them had been appointed Head Girl and Head Boy, that know it all twat hadn’t ceased her never ending prattling. She was always so pushy, the damn girl. Draco pondered on how she could be firmly put into her place. Draco had often thought about how he could further torment the girl, and, as a matter of fact, rather enjoyed the subject. But, as of late, he couldn’t understand why the idea of making her suffer didn’t bring as much joy to him as it used to. He chalked it up to getting older. ‘With age, comes wisdom.’ He laughed to himself. He found that more and more he was thinking of the Granger girl. He would catch himself staring at the tendrils of hair that would rest in front of her face, vacantly wanting to brush them away. Or he would notice her feminine curves under her clothing. Once he had even thought about what undergarments she was wearing. His own thoughts never ceased to amaze him. Of course, he knew nothing would ever happen between himself and Granger, not that he wanted it to. Or did he?
Just as Draco was about to address that issue, the devil herself popped through the portrait hole and into their common room. She merely ignored him as she proceeded to walk over to her room. Draco’s blood began to boil. First, she insults him, and then she has the nerve to ignore him!
“Hey, Granger!”
“What do you want, Malfoy? I’m not in the mood for your mindless babble.”
“Mindless babble? Me? When you’re Miss Know-It-All-Good-For-Nothing-Granger? I won’t having you insult me in front of my friends again, mudblood! Next time, there’ll be hell to pay.”
“Oh, really, Malfoy? Hell? As if I’m not in it already, having to actually spend time with you on a daily basis. And I didn’t insult you. I merely pointed out that you have absolutely no brain whatsoever. That’s not an insult, Malfoy. It’s a well-known fact. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to bed.”
With that, Draco grabbed Hermione’s arms and pushed her against the nearest wall, using his body to fully crush her to it.
“I’ll not excuse you, Granger,” he breathily spoke into her ear. His very breath sent shivers down Hermione’s spine. He felt her body tremble. He assumed it was with fear, but Hermione knew that wasn’t the case at all. She wriggled against him, wanting more than anything to be let go. She shouldn’t be enjoying this, it just wasn’t right! This was Draco Malfoy, after all!
Draco felt her writhe against him, trying to free herself. Feeling her body against his felt so damn good… too good…
“Let me go, Draco!”
“Promise you’ll be a good little twat from now on, and not embarrass me in front of my friends!”
Hermione struggled against Draco further, only causing more friction between the two.
“I can’t promise you that Draco. It’s not my fault you’re a stupid git! I merely pointed out the obvious.”
Draco smashed his hips into hers further, pushing her butt flush against the cold stone wall. He ground into her, and had to stifle a moan. He knew he shouldn’t let her see he was actually interested in her. Although, he sure as hell didn’t know why.
Hermione let out a surprised half scream when he pushed her further into the wall. She didn’t expect Draco to use so much bodily contact, even if he was trying to intimidate her.
Draco released Hermione and threw a disgusted look at her.
“Don’t you dare insult me again.”
Before Hermione could reply, he stomped off into his own room, slamming the door behind him. Hermione was so angry, it took all of her willpower to not blast down the door and hex Draco’s ass. Which, come to think of it, would be a shame. He had a very, very nice ass. Wait, what was she thinking? Why did she care about his ass? Very angry, confused, and somewhat turned on from Draco’s body contact earlier, Hermione followed suit with Draco and stormed off into her own room. She knew she wasn’t going to get an ounce of sleep tonight.