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Bad to the Bone
BAD TO THE BONE
Lyrics : George Thorogood and the Destroyers
Characters : JK Rowling
Disclaimer : I don’t make any money from this…so if you wish to pay me in the form of a review, that would be greatly appreciated. Besides, I don’t have to pay taxes on reviews so perhaps not making money on this is a good thing.
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
On the day I was born
The nurses all gathered round
And they gazed in wild wonder
At the joy they had found
The head nurse spoke up
Said leave this one alone.
She could tell right away
I was bad to the bone
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
She left Draco to face Professor Sprout alone and he was not amused. Hermione “I’m wearing pink knickers” Granger was a traitor…they were having a lovely lunch together and then she up and disappeared on him.
He was positively furious and slammed the dirty root of the nameless plant he was holding into a clay pot.
“Careful, now, Mr. Malfoy!” Professor Sprout admonished. “You do not wish to damage the roots of this plant. They are what will gather nourishment for it.”
Draco made a face at the dirt-covered Professor as she turned her back. It wasn't as if he was a complete idiot. He twisted the plant in the clay pot hoping to shred the roots a bit more. The very idea was providing him with some perverse form of satisfaction.
Covering up his evidence with some loosened soil, he restrained the strong urge to slam the pot down on the table. How dare she…tease…and all-but-strip him…and desert him! How…evil.
Draco suddenly grinned.
((Well, well, well…it would appear the little bookworm has a backbone after all.))
Draco knew that the recent change in her appearance was the work of several Gryffindor girls. But she must have seen Sprout coming their way and consciously left him there to be found, quite literally, with his pants down. If it hadn’t been him left in that situation, he actually would have been quite proud of her show of defiance.
The blond young man realized that she had done what he had essentially said he would do to her. Have his fun and leave. She had her moment to tease him and then had left him. Naturally, he understood her trepidation at the possibility of a relationship…even a one-night relationship…with him. Did she not understand his own qualms and fears about the possibility? He did, after all, have a reputation to maintain and any time spent with her was bound to destroy it. He was willing to risk his Slytherin Prince title for one night with her. Surely she could risk her own Gryffindor Princess position.
Draco paused. Yes, their social standings prevented any form of relationship. Mudblood and Pureblood were not meant to be in the same room let alone same bed. But perhaps their “royal” Hogwarts titles could lend some support to their possible partnership.
He had a new angle to approach Hermione with. Draco started to whistle while potting the remaining plants. Professor Sprout watched through her messy, curly hair but said nothing. She knew it was never good when a Slytherin was happy…someone was bound to get hurt.
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
Bad to the bone
Bad to the bone
Ba ba ba bad
Bad to the bone
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
“She did what?!?!” Blaise sat on Draco’s bed and howled in laugther. The blond scowled at his so-called friend.
“I didn’t tell you that to provide you with a reason to laugh.”
“Perhaps, not.” Blaise chuckled. “But, Merlin, that is funny…and rather…”
“Slytherin of her…yes, yes, I know. I figured that much out on my own.” Draco’s scowl deepened. “But if you tell anyone, I shall be forced to…”
“No need to worry, my friend.” Blaise held a hand over his heart. “Besides, even if I did tell people, no one would believe me. I mean, seriously, Hermione Granger leaving you with your pants down…hell, Granger taking your pants down in the first place!”
“Yeah.” Draco mused. “She’s got some pretty nimble fingers. Makes me wonder what else is nimble on that bookworm.”
“Considering we’ve all seen her legs…”
Draco sighed heavily. He closed his eyes and allowed himself a small moment to daydream.
He growled as he felt Blaise poking him in the leg. Swatting at the offending dark-skinned hand, he weighed the merits of telling Blaise about his thoughts regarding the disparities in their social standings being reduced by their Hogwarts titles.
((Then again, after that round of amusement, perhaps not.))
“So, when will she get back to you about your…offer?” Blaise asked.
Draco shrugged.
“It’s not like I gave her a deadline.” He replied. “She has enough pressure for meeting requirements through school. I figured the least I could do is leave the offer open.”
“Yes, because your offer was so kind.” Blaise suggested. “What girl wouldn’t swoon at the opportunity to crawl between your sheets with no strings attached?”
Draco frowned.
“Are you trying to make a point here, Zabimi?” He growled.
“Hermione Granger isn’t the kind of woman who appreciates offers with or without strings. She wants…what she wants.” Blaise’s face turned thoughtful. “Despite all of her book smarts, she is ruled by her heart.”
“Her heart wants to know what she’s missing.” Draco replied.
“Come again?”
“Think about it, Blaise.” Draco crawled over to where Blaise sat and stared into his friends eyes. Blaise felt a fissure of…anticipation…flit through him, although he wasn’t sure if was from Draco’s proximity or his friend’s zealous belief in bedding the Gryffindor Princess. “She’s a hormonal young woman…sharing a room with other hormonal young women. Brown, Patil…even Weaselette…are all doing the social scene. And I’ll bet all the galleons in my possession that they talk about ‘boys’ at night. Poor Granger…listening…and unable to participate. Unable to add her own spin on who kisses the best or which techniques to use or who would be the best lover.”
“You think she’ll accept because of her friends?!?!” Blaise stared.
“Peer pressure, Zabimi.” Draco patted his fellow Slytherin’s hand. “It’s an awesome force.”
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
I broke a thousand hearts
Before I met you
I'll break a thousand more, baby
Before I am through
I wanna be yours, pretty baby
Yours and yours alone
I'm here to tell ya, woman
That I'm bad to the bone
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
Hermione looked across the Great Hall and pondered the emptiness of the Slytherin table. A few of the younger years were breaking their fast, but the more well known of the cunning group were not present. This included Malfoy.
She wondered briefly if they were busy plotting her demise after leaving the proclaimed Sex God to the weedy clutches of the Head of Hufflepuff. Hermione really had tried not to giggle when she saw Pomfrey heading their way. It really was too perfect…the timing…the situation…the pants.
Draco had asked if she ever did anything spontaneous. So she did. On a whim, she left Draco there to face the resident plant expert…in all his glory. It really was all his fault, then.
Hermione had resisted the urge to stick around and watch, as the possibility of also being caught was too high. But the fact that she had basically played Malfoy’s game better than he had, gave a boost to her self-confidence. Too bad she couldn’t tell anyone…not yet.
The doors to the Great Hall opened and the rest of the Slytherins filed in.
Hermione inhaled sharply. Something about Draco was different. He was taller…but the same. More confident…but the same. More arrogant…((Is that even possible?!?!))…but the same. Her senses felt attuned to him, as if her very core was humming at his frequency. At the same time, she mused at his audacity to look so proud considering what had happened in the greenhouse.
Draco glanced over and arched a blond brow. His lips pursed ever so slightly, as if he was blowing her a kiss but not willing to let the entire world know. Hermione tingled in pleasure. Their secret. And judging at how none of the other Slytherins were shooting looks of death or hexes of misfortune in her general direction, it appeared as if Malfoy had kept the whole greenhouse situation a secret. Another secret…just between them.
Hermione flushed.
All night she had contemplated his offer. It was tempting…oh so very…very…very tempting.
As she had mulled his words over, it wasn’t as if she was going to be able to sleep after all, she had realized that Malfoy would keep any…thing…that happened between them a secret, as well. He wouldn’t…couldn’t…let anyone know that they had a…thing.
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
Bad to the bone
Bad to the bone
Ba ba ba bad
Bad to the bone
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
Draco smirked as his sipped his pumpkin juice. Granger looked positively…pensive.
“She’s thinking it over.” His voice was filled with awe as he whispered to Blaise.
“Well, I’ll be hexed.” Blaise murmured. “I don’t believe I gave you enough credit when it came to understanding women.”
Draco licked his lips and grinned.
“If she’s thinking it over, she hasn’t said no. Which means all I need to do is push her limits.” Draco chuckled at the pleasurable thoughts. “Not too hard, though. Don’t want to make her skittish.”
“She’s not a bloody horse, Malfoy.” Blaise rolled his eyes.
“But, Merlin, I’d love to ride her.” Draco quipped.
“Ugh, that was horrible.” Blaise groaned at the pun.
“So, let’s recap, shall we?” Draco suggested softly. “I’ve stopped calling her that nickname. I’ve arranged for flowers by owl. I’ve touched, teased, kissed. I’ve…tried…to have a picnic. I’ve offered. What’s left?”
“Step 3.” Blaise grinned. “Surprise her. Do something totally unexpected…and nice.”
“Nice?” Draco sat up straight and scowled at his friend. “I don’t do…nice.”
“Tell me about it.” Blaise fired back. “But sometimes, we need to do things we don’t want to do in order to get the things we want.”
Draco crossed his eyes.
“It gets worse, though.” Blaise lowered his voice. “It has to be in front of her friends.”
“What?!?!” Draco yelled and stood up. All eyes in the Great Hall turned to stare at him, including Hermione. “I won’t!”
Blaise pulled his friend back into his chair.
“If you truly want her as badly as you say…you will.” He hissed. “It’s a female thing. Something about us men totally embarrassing ourselves or willing to sacrifice our male pride, appeals to them.”
Draco narrowed his eyes.
“She’s over there eating with her friends and housemates.” Blaise chuckled. “Now is as good a time as any.”
“No.” Draco grumbled. “I need time to process this.”
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
I'll make a rich woman beg
And I'll make a good woman steal
I'll make an old woman blush
And I'll make a young girl squeal
I wanna tell you pretty baby
What I see I make my own
I'm here to tell you pretty woman
That I'm bad to the bone
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
Draco swished into the Potions lab and subtlety observed the reactions of the female students. His robe floated around him as he approached the station where he worked with Hermione.
Pansy wiggled her fingers at him in greeting. He tried to ignore her…but how did one ignore such a bloody mess masquerading as female? Especially one that seemed to have her heart set on embedding her claws in him. He suppressed a shudder.
Parvarti smiled sweetly over at him. He sneered at her and amazingly her smile became even sweeter. He frowned. Women. Seriously they were a strange lot. Being evil made one half of the Patil twins happy. That was just bizarre. Draco shook his head.
And, sweet Merlin, was that Lavender hiking up her robes to show off her legs to him. Draco plopped himself down on his stool. He was, after all, male and had a masculine obligation to look at the legs. He scowled. Really, Hermione’s were ever so much better looking. Granger’s legs screamed for him to run his hand up and down them before showing her how to wrap them around him. Lavender’s legs screamed for a 5 kilometre run, three or four days a week. It wasn’t that she was chunky…but, when he compared them to Granger’s slender calves…he shivered.
“Are you done?” Hermione hissed.
“Pardon me?” Draco started at her voice.
“Staring. Gawking. Ogling.”
“Jealous?”
“Hardly.”
“That’s good to know.” Draco took out his book and a quill. “Because you really have nothing to be jealous of. I want you…not them, Granger.”
“Touching.” Hermione’s voice was tinged with sarcasm.
“I mean it.”
“Your words are meaningless, Malfoy.”
“Then perhaps my actions will be more believable.” He whispered, as he stroked her hand.
Draco was pleased at her sudden intake of breath.
“All they prove is that you want me.” Hermione muttered.
“Precisely.” Draco nodded, pleased at her understanding.
“But I don’t know if I want you.”
Draco blinked in surprise. Any comment of his was cut off as Snape whirled into the room to start the lesson.
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
Bad to the bone
Bad to the bone
Ba ba ba bad
Bad to the bone
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
Severus Snape watched as his two most adept potions students barely spoke to each other while completing their assignment. It went beyond their lack of words. Even their bodies weren’t speaking to each other.
It was rather amusing in his dark, sick, rather twisted mind to watch as they kept having to divert their actions at the last moment in order to avoid touching. They wouldn’t even glare at each other.
((Ah, young lust.))
He had mulled over the possibility of a relationship between these two. As much as it galled him to think that one of his Slytherins could possibly find a Gryffindor attractive, he was reminded of his own youth. Perhaps, it wouldn’t be too horrible, as long as they could keep it a secret. If other Purebloods learned of any perceived wrong doing between these two, disaster was bound to follow.
((Perhaps if they just got it out of their systems…))
Snape’s head snapped up at that thought. His dark eyes glittered as they stared at Draco Malfoy, the young man’s blond head bent over his cauldron. It didn’t take a magical genius to figure out that Malfoy had his eyes set on Granger for sheer conquest. To make matters worse, for smooth talkers like his Slytherins, it was totally possible for him to make his words sound full of promise. Slytherins could be as hypnotic as cobras when they set their minds to it.
Torn between wanting to allow his house student to succeed (or fail) or letting the bookworm know about the plot, Severus returned his gaze to the notes in front of him. He opted to keep his mouth shut. If Granger thought she was so intelligent, let her figure this out on her own.
Making up his mind, Snape stood up and began to wander the room. He felt the need to belittle the progress of his students.
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
Now when I walk the streets
Kings and queens step aside
Every woman I meet
They all stay satisfied.
I wanna tell ya, baby
What I see I make my own.
And I'm here to tell ya, pretty woman
That I'm bad to the bone
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
“Malfoy! What are you doing?” Hermione managed not to shriek as she was dragged into an empty classroom after Potions had ended. Mentally, she kicked herself for telling Harry and Ron to go on ahead without her. She wondered if they would notice her lack of presence. Probably not, as they were too busy talking about the upcoming Quidditch game.
“I want to talk to you.” He explained.
“Uh huh.” Hermione stood with her hands on her hips.
“Oh, don’t go all prim and proper on me now, Princess.” Draco smirked as he sized her up…slowly. “On second thought, it’s actually turning me on.”
Hermione huffed.
“I was wondering if you had given any thought to what we discussed earlier.”
“I didn’t realize I was supposed to actually think about it.”
Draco’s lips pursed in frustration.
“Well, I was rather hoping you wouldn’t think, but that was rather fanciful of me, I suppose.” Draco admitted.
“What do you want?” Her voice was filled with frustration.
“I’ve already told you. You.” He jumped up suddenly and approached. Hermione took a step back and found herself against a wall. “You know, it is very cliché, but I do so enjoy pinning you up against the wall.”
“No muscles to control me yourself?” Hermione spat.
“Mmmmm….feisty.” Draco leaned in and nuzzled the side of Hermione’s neck. “I like feisty.”
He tried not to chuckle as he could feel Hermione urging her muscles to relax. Apparently, some noise escaped into her ear, as she pushed up against him.
“You are such a prat!” Hermione growled.
“Through and through, I’m afraid.” Draco smirked. “Some say it’s part of my charm.”
“More like your…”
“No need to be nasty, Princess.” Draco admonished. “Especially when I have you at my mercy.”
“The very idea of a Malfoy and mercy!” Hermione choked out a laugh. “Talk about your oxymorons!”
“Why don’t you admit it, Hermione?” Draco asked softly.
She closed her eyes as his use of her name washed over gently.
“Admit what?” She whispered.
“You like how I make you feisty. You like how I make you nasty…and how I make you want to do nasty things.”
Her dark eyes widened.
“That’s disgusting!” Hermione hissed at him.
“And you like it.” His pale eyes danced in merriment. Oh, but how he was enjoying this. He didn’t need to corrupt the bookworm after all…she already was, but she just wasn’t ready to tell herself that. What fun he would have showing her just how twistedly normal she was. She had lewd thoughts like the rest of them. She had dreams of seduction. And he looked forward to playing out her thoughts and dreams in the real world.
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
Bad to the bone
Bad to the bone
Ba ba ba bad
Bad to the bone
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
“I suppose I should let you go.” Draco said sadly. He really did like where they were.
“Ron and Harry are probably looking for me right now.” Hermione agreed.
“Hmmm…on second thought, maybe we should stay just like this and make enough noise for them to find us.” Draco’s mouth twitched into something that resembled a smile.
“What?” Hermione’s voice shook in disbelief. She started to twist in Draco’s grip.
“Careful, Princess.” Draco warned. “We don’t want you to bruise. However would you explain them to your holier-than-though-housemates?”
Hermione stilled.
“I’ll let you go if you pay the price.”
“Fine.” Hermione glared. “Draco.”
“As much as I truly do enjoy hearing you say my name, that wasn’t quite what I had in mind.”
“Then wha…”
“A kiss.” Draco stared down at her.
“You’ve already kissed me before. Nothing special there.”
“Ouch. That hurts, Princess. I want you to kiss me. I want you to kiss me in such a way that I want to kiss you back.”
“How am I supposed to do that?” Hermione frowned.
“You’re the genius. You figure it out.” Draco threw the challenge at her.
“How am I supposed to tempt you while you hold me down?”
“Distract me.”
“A knee to the groin would accomplish the same thing.” Hermione bit out.
“I don’t think you want to go down that road with me, Princess.” Draco threatened. “You won’t like where you end up.”
“Well then come closer.” Hermione said, rather flustered. “I can’t kiss you while you’re up there. I need you to come closer.”
“Make me.” Draco grinned.
Hermione frowned for a moment and then smiled as an idea came into her head.
Her heels did put her at such a wonderful height and right now she needed a form of leverage to bring him closer. Balancing herself on one delicately shod foot, Hermione lifted her other leg and wrapped it around the back of Draco’s thighs. She curled her leg and pulled him up against her.
A shot of feminine delight coursed through Hermione as she realized she had just made Draco groan in pleasure. She leaned up and pulled her leg tighter. That internal humming in her core had returned, she noticed, as his body was aligned flush with hers. Her chin tilted and she opened her mouth.
Draco fully expected her to plant her mouth against his and he shivered in anticipation. Leave it to Hermione, however, to do something he didn’t expect. His eyes, closing as he waited for her kiss, shot open when she ran her tongue along his lower lip. Draco fought the urge to pull her even more against him. To do that now, would be to admit that her one little action impacted him. Him…Draco Malfoy…brought down by a light touch. Merlin, he’d never live that down. She wouldn’t let him.
Her teeth nipped at his lower lip as soon as her tongue had finished greeting him. Using a delicate grip, she brought his face down to her level and claimed his mouth with her own. He granted her entrance into him as her tongue politely requested. Politely. Draco never imagined that he would be politely asked anything in a situation such as this. He also never imagined that he would grant it.
He was bad. He was dark. He was…kissing her back. Draco wrapped his hands from her wrists and pulled her against him. He hissed in pleasure as her leg moved higher and rested around his hip. One hand slid down and stroked her thigh, causing Hermione to rub against him.
“Let me go.” Hermione whispered when she had managed to free her mouth.
“You don’t want to go.” Draco found himself pleading.
“Let. Me. Go.” Her voice was more firm.
“Your voice says go, Princess, but your leg wrapped around me says stay.” Draco teased lightly, trying to convince his heart to return to a normal beat.
“My leg and I will have a serious talk later tonight.” Hermione groaned as Draco continued to stroke her thigh.
“Allow me…please.” Draco arched a brow.
Hermione gasped as Draco dropped to his knees and began to kiss her calves. Her hands clutched his shoulders.
“What…are…you…doing?” She moaned.
“We’re talking.” Draco replied. “They like me. I like them. We have a relationship built on respect.”
Draco placed one last kiss on each of Hermione’s knees…((oooh, there’s a joke in there somewhere))…and stood up to face her.
“You can go.” Draco stepped away.
Hermione blinked owlishly at him.
“But fair warning, Princess.” Draco said unsmiling. “I made a polite offer. Make a decision soon before I choose to throw it away and simply take what I want.”
“And if I say no?” Hermione asked.
“Make a decision…soon.” Draco said, as he opened the door to set her free.
Lyrics : George Thorogood and the Destroyers
Characters : JK Rowling
Disclaimer : I don’t make any money from this…so if you wish to pay me in the form of a review, that would be greatly appreciated. Besides, I don’t have to pay taxes on reviews so perhaps not making money on this is a good thing.
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
On the day I was born
The nurses all gathered round
And they gazed in wild wonder
At the joy they had found
The head nurse spoke up
Said leave this one alone.
She could tell right away
I was bad to the bone
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
She left Draco to face Professor Sprout alone and he was not amused. Hermione “I’m wearing pink knickers” Granger was a traitor…they were having a lovely lunch together and then she up and disappeared on him.
He was positively furious and slammed the dirty root of the nameless plant he was holding into a clay pot.
“Careful, now, Mr. Malfoy!” Professor Sprout admonished. “You do not wish to damage the roots of this plant. They are what will gather nourishment for it.”
Draco made a face at the dirt-covered Professor as she turned her back. It wasn't as if he was a complete idiot. He twisted the plant in the clay pot hoping to shred the roots a bit more. The very idea was providing him with some perverse form of satisfaction.
Covering up his evidence with some loosened soil, he restrained the strong urge to slam the pot down on the table. How dare she…tease…and all-but-strip him…and desert him! How…evil.
Draco suddenly grinned.
((Well, well, well…it would appear the little bookworm has a backbone after all.))
Draco knew that the recent change in her appearance was the work of several Gryffindor girls. But she must have seen Sprout coming their way and consciously left him there to be found, quite literally, with his pants down. If it hadn’t been him left in that situation, he actually would have been quite proud of her show of defiance.
The blond young man realized that she had done what he had essentially said he would do to her. Have his fun and leave. She had her moment to tease him and then had left him. Naturally, he understood her trepidation at the possibility of a relationship…even a one-night relationship…with him. Did she not understand his own qualms and fears about the possibility? He did, after all, have a reputation to maintain and any time spent with her was bound to destroy it. He was willing to risk his Slytherin Prince title for one night with her. Surely she could risk her own Gryffindor Princess position.
Draco paused. Yes, their social standings prevented any form of relationship. Mudblood and Pureblood were not meant to be in the same room let alone same bed. But perhaps their “royal” Hogwarts titles could lend some support to their possible partnership.
He had a new angle to approach Hermione with. Draco started to whistle while potting the remaining plants. Professor Sprout watched through her messy, curly hair but said nothing. She knew it was never good when a Slytherin was happy…someone was bound to get hurt.
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
Bad to the bone
Bad to the bone
Ba ba ba bad
Bad to the bone
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
“She did what?!?!” Blaise sat on Draco’s bed and howled in laugther. The blond scowled at his so-called friend.
“I didn’t tell you that to provide you with a reason to laugh.”
“Perhaps, not.” Blaise chuckled. “But, Merlin, that is funny…and rather…”
“Slytherin of her…yes, yes, I know. I figured that much out on my own.” Draco’s scowl deepened. “But if you tell anyone, I shall be forced to…”
“No need to worry, my friend.” Blaise held a hand over his heart. “Besides, even if I did tell people, no one would believe me. I mean, seriously, Hermione Granger leaving you with your pants down…hell, Granger taking your pants down in the first place!”
“Yeah.” Draco mused. “She’s got some pretty nimble fingers. Makes me wonder what else is nimble on that bookworm.”
“Considering we’ve all seen her legs…”
Draco sighed heavily. He closed his eyes and allowed himself a small moment to daydream.
He growled as he felt Blaise poking him in the leg. Swatting at the offending dark-skinned hand, he weighed the merits of telling Blaise about his thoughts regarding the disparities in their social standings being reduced by their Hogwarts titles.
((Then again, after that round of amusement, perhaps not.))
“So, when will she get back to you about your…offer?” Blaise asked.
Draco shrugged.
“It’s not like I gave her a deadline.” He replied. “She has enough pressure for meeting requirements through school. I figured the least I could do is leave the offer open.”
“Yes, because your offer was so kind.” Blaise suggested. “What girl wouldn’t swoon at the opportunity to crawl between your sheets with no strings attached?”
Draco frowned.
“Are you trying to make a point here, Zabimi?” He growled.
“Hermione Granger isn’t the kind of woman who appreciates offers with or without strings. She wants…what she wants.” Blaise’s face turned thoughtful. “Despite all of her book smarts, she is ruled by her heart.”
“Her heart wants to know what she’s missing.” Draco replied.
“Come again?”
“Think about it, Blaise.” Draco crawled over to where Blaise sat and stared into his friends eyes. Blaise felt a fissure of…anticipation…flit through him, although he wasn’t sure if was from Draco’s proximity or his friend’s zealous belief in bedding the Gryffindor Princess. “She’s a hormonal young woman…sharing a room with other hormonal young women. Brown, Patil…even Weaselette…are all doing the social scene. And I’ll bet all the galleons in my possession that they talk about ‘boys’ at night. Poor Granger…listening…and unable to participate. Unable to add her own spin on who kisses the best or which techniques to use or who would be the best lover.”
“You think she’ll accept because of her friends?!?!” Blaise stared.
“Peer pressure, Zabimi.” Draco patted his fellow Slytherin’s hand. “It’s an awesome force.”
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
I broke a thousand hearts
Before I met you
I'll break a thousand more, baby
Before I am through
I wanna be yours, pretty baby
Yours and yours alone
I'm here to tell ya, woman
That I'm bad to the bone
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
Hermione looked across the Great Hall and pondered the emptiness of the Slytherin table. A few of the younger years were breaking their fast, but the more well known of the cunning group were not present. This included Malfoy.
She wondered briefly if they were busy plotting her demise after leaving the proclaimed Sex God to the weedy clutches of the Head of Hufflepuff. Hermione really had tried not to giggle when she saw Pomfrey heading their way. It really was too perfect…the timing…the situation…the pants.
Draco had asked if she ever did anything spontaneous. So she did. On a whim, she left Draco there to face the resident plant expert…in all his glory. It really was all his fault, then.
Hermione had resisted the urge to stick around and watch, as the possibility of also being caught was too high. But the fact that she had basically played Malfoy’s game better than he had, gave a boost to her self-confidence. Too bad she couldn’t tell anyone…not yet.
The doors to the Great Hall opened and the rest of the Slytherins filed in.
Hermione inhaled sharply. Something about Draco was different. He was taller…but the same. More confident…but the same. More arrogant…((Is that even possible?!?!))…but the same. Her senses felt attuned to him, as if her very core was humming at his frequency. At the same time, she mused at his audacity to look so proud considering what had happened in the greenhouse.
Draco glanced over and arched a blond brow. His lips pursed ever so slightly, as if he was blowing her a kiss but not willing to let the entire world know. Hermione tingled in pleasure. Their secret. And judging at how none of the other Slytherins were shooting looks of death or hexes of misfortune in her general direction, it appeared as if Malfoy had kept the whole greenhouse situation a secret. Another secret…just between them.
Hermione flushed.
All night she had contemplated his offer. It was tempting…oh so very…very…very tempting.
As she had mulled his words over, it wasn’t as if she was going to be able to sleep after all, she had realized that Malfoy would keep any…thing…that happened between them a secret, as well. He wouldn’t…couldn’t…let anyone know that they had a…thing.
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Bad to the bone
Bad to the bone
Ba ba ba bad
Bad to the bone
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Draco smirked as his sipped his pumpkin juice. Granger looked positively…pensive.
“She’s thinking it over.” His voice was filled with awe as he whispered to Blaise.
“Well, I’ll be hexed.” Blaise murmured. “I don’t believe I gave you enough credit when it came to understanding women.”
Draco licked his lips and grinned.
“If she’s thinking it over, she hasn’t said no. Which means all I need to do is push her limits.” Draco chuckled at the pleasurable thoughts. “Not too hard, though. Don’t want to make her skittish.”
“She’s not a bloody horse, Malfoy.” Blaise rolled his eyes.
“But, Merlin, I’d love to ride her.” Draco quipped.
“Ugh, that was horrible.” Blaise groaned at the pun.
“So, let’s recap, shall we?” Draco suggested softly. “I’ve stopped calling her that nickname. I’ve arranged for flowers by owl. I’ve touched, teased, kissed. I’ve…tried…to have a picnic. I’ve offered. What’s left?”
“Step 3.” Blaise grinned. “Surprise her. Do something totally unexpected…and nice.”
“Nice?” Draco sat up straight and scowled at his friend. “I don’t do…nice.”
“Tell me about it.” Blaise fired back. “But sometimes, we need to do things we don’t want to do in order to get the things we want.”
Draco crossed his eyes.
“It gets worse, though.” Blaise lowered his voice. “It has to be in front of her friends.”
“What?!?!” Draco yelled and stood up. All eyes in the Great Hall turned to stare at him, including Hermione. “I won’t!”
Blaise pulled his friend back into his chair.
“If you truly want her as badly as you say…you will.” He hissed. “It’s a female thing. Something about us men totally embarrassing ourselves or willing to sacrifice our male pride, appeals to them.”
Draco narrowed his eyes.
“She’s over there eating with her friends and housemates.” Blaise chuckled. “Now is as good a time as any.”
“No.” Draco grumbled. “I need time to process this.”
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I'll make a rich woman beg
And I'll make a good woman steal
I'll make an old woman blush
And I'll make a young girl squeal
I wanna tell you pretty baby
What I see I make my own
I'm here to tell you pretty woman
That I'm bad to the bone
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Draco swished into the Potions lab and subtlety observed the reactions of the female students. His robe floated around him as he approached the station where he worked with Hermione.
Pansy wiggled her fingers at him in greeting. He tried to ignore her…but how did one ignore such a bloody mess masquerading as female? Especially one that seemed to have her heart set on embedding her claws in him. He suppressed a shudder.
Parvarti smiled sweetly over at him. He sneered at her and amazingly her smile became even sweeter. He frowned. Women. Seriously they were a strange lot. Being evil made one half of the Patil twins happy. That was just bizarre. Draco shook his head.
And, sweet Merlin, was that Lavender hiking up her robes to show off her legs to him. Draco plopped himself down on his stool. He was, after all, male and had a masculine obligation to look at the legs. He scowled. Really, Hermione’s were ever so much better looking. Granger’s legs screamed for him to run his hand up and down them before showing her how to wrap them around him. Lavender’s legs screamed for a 5 kilometre run, three or four days a week. It wasn’t that she was chunky…but, when he compared them to Granger’s slender calves…he shivered.
“Are you done?” Hermione hissed.
“Pardon me?” Draco started at her voice.
“Staring. Gawking. Ogling.”
“Jealous?”
“Hardly.”
“That’s good to know.” Draco took out his book and a quill. “Because you really have nothing to be jealous of. I want you…not them, Granger.”
“Touching.” Hermione’s voice was tinged with sarcasm.
“I mean it.”
“Your words are meaningless, Malfoy.”
“Then perhaps my actions will be more believable.” He whispered, as he stroked her hand.
Draco was pleased at her sudden intake of breath.
“All they prove is that you want me.” Hermione muttered.
“Precisely.” Draco nodded, pleased at her understanding.
“But I don’t know if I want you.”
Draco blinked in surprise. Any comment of his was cut off as Snape whirled into the room to start the lesson.
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Bad to the bone
Bad to the bone
Ba ba ba bad
Bad to the bone
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Severus Snape watched as his two most adept potions students barely spoke to each other while completing their assignment. It went beyond their lack of words. Even their bodies weren’t speaking to each other.
It was rather amusing in his dark, sick, rather twisted mind to watch as they kept having to divert their actions at the last moment in order to avoid touching. They wouldn’t even glare at each other.
((Ah, young lust.))
He had mulled over the possibility of a relationship between these two. As much as it galled him to think that one of his Slytherins could possibly find a Gryffindor attractive, he was reminded of his own youth. Perhaps, it wouldn’t be too horrible, as long as they could keep it a secret. If other Purebloods learned of any perceived wrong doing between these two, disaster was bound to follow.
((Perhaps if they just got it out of their systems…))
Snape’s head snapped up at that thought. His dark eyes glittered as they stared at Draco Malfoy, the young man’s blond head bent over his cauldron. It didn’t take a magical genius to figure out that Malfoy had his eyes set on Granger for sheer conquest. To make matters worse, for smooth talkers like his Slytherins, it was totally possible for him to make his words sound full of promise. Slytherins could be as hypnotic as cobras when they set their minds to it.
Torn between wanting to allow his house student to succeed (or fail) or letting the bookworm know about the plot, Severus returned his gaze to the notes in front of him. He opted to keep his mouth shut. If Granger thought she was so intelligent, let her figure this out on her own.
Making up his mind, Snape stood up and began to wander the room. He felt the need to belittle the progress of his students.
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Now when I walk the streets
Kings and queens step aside
Every woman I meet
They all stay satisfied.
I wanna tell ya, baby
What I see I make my own.
And I'm here to tell ya, pretty woman
That I'm bad to the bone
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“Malfoy! What are you doing?” Hermione managed not to shriek as she was dragged into an empty classroom after Potions had ended. Mentally, she kicked herself for telling Harry and Ron to go on ahead without her. She wondered if they would notice her lack of presence. Probably not, as they were too busy talking about the upcoming Quidditch game.
“I want to talk to you.” He explained.
“Uh huh.” Hermione stood with her hands on her hips.
“Oh, don’t go all prim and proper on me now, Princess.” Draco smirked as he sized her up…slowly. “On second thought, it’s actually turning me on.”
Hermione huffed.
“I was wondering if you had given any thought to what we discussed earlier.”
“I didn’t realize I was supposed to actually think about it.”
Draco’s lips pursed in frustration.
“Well, I was rather hoping you wouldn’t think, but that was rather fanciful of me, I suppose.” Draco admitted.
“What do you want?” Her voice was filled with frustration.
“I’ve already told you. You.” He jumped up suddenly and approached. Hermione took a step back and found herself against a wall. “You know, it is very cliché, but I do so enjoy pinning you up against the wall.”
“No muscles to control me yourself?” Hermione spat.
“Mmmmm….feisty.” Draco leaned in and nuzzled the side of Hermione’s neck. “I like feisty.”
He tried not to chuckle as he could feel Hermione urging her muscles to relax. Apparently, some noise escaped into her ear, as she pushed up against him.
“You are such a prat!” Hermione growled.
“Through and through, I’m afraid.” Draco smirked. “Some say it’s part of my charm.”
“More like your…”
“No need to be nasty, Princess.” Draco admonished. “Especially when I have you at my mercy.”
“The very idea of a Malfoy and mercy!” Hermione choked out a laugh. “Talk about your oxymorons!”
“Why don’t you admit it, Hermione?” Draco asked softly.
She closed her eyes as his use of her name washed over gently.
“Admit what?” She whispered.
“You like how I make you feisty. You like how I make you nasty…and how I make you want to do nasty things.”
Her dark eyes widened.
“That’s disgusting!” Hermione hissed at him.
“And you like it.” His pale eyes danced in merriment. Oh, but how he was enjoying this. He didn’t need to corrupt the bookworm after all…she already was, but she just wasn’t ready to tell herself that. What fun he would have showing her just how twistedly normal she was. She had lewd thoughts like the rest of them. She had dreams of seduction. And he looked forward to playing out her thoughts and dreams in the real world.
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Bad to the bone
Bad to the bone
Ba ba ba bad
Bad to the bone
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“I suppose I should let you go.” Draco said sadly. He really did like where they were.
“Ron and Harry are probably looking for me right now.” Hermione agreed.
“Hmmm…on second thought, maybe we should stay just like this and make enough noise for them to find us.” Draco’s mouth twitched into something that resembled a smile.
“What?” Hermione’s voice shook in disbelief. She started to twist in Draco’s grip.
“Careful, Princess.” Draco warned. “We don’t want you to bruise. However would you explain them to your holier-than-though-housemates?”
Hermione stilled.
“I’ll let you go if you pay the price.”
“Fine.” Hermione glared. “Draco.”
“As much as I truly do enjoy hearing you say my name, that wasn’t quite what I had in mind.”
“Then wha…”
“A kiss.” Draco stared down at her.
“You’ve already kissed me before. Nothing special there.”
“Ouch. That hurts, Princess. I want you to kiss me. I want you to kiss me in such a way that I want to kiss you back.”
“How am I supposed to do that?” Hermione frowned.
“You’re the genius. You figure it out.” Draco threw the challenge at her.
“How am I supposed to tempt you while you hold me down?”
“Distract me.”
“A knee to the groin would accomplish the same thing.” Hermione bit out.
“I don’t think you want to go down that road with me, Princess.” Draco threatened. “You won’t like where you end up.”
“Well then come closer.” Hermione said, rather flustered. “I can’t kiss you while you’re up there. I need you to come closer.”
“Make me.” Draco grinned.
Hermione frowned for a moment and then smiled as an idea came into her head.
Her heels did put her at such a wonderful height and right now she needed a form of leverage to bring him closer. Balancing herself on one delicately shod foot, Hermione lifted her other leg and wrapped it around the back of Draco’s thighs. She curled her leg and pulled him up against her.
A shot of feminine delight coursed through Hermione as she realized she had just made Draco groan in pleasure. She leaned up and pulled her leg tighter. That internal humming in her core had returned, she noticed, as his body was aligned flush with hers. Her chin tilted and she opened her mouth.
Draco fully expected her to plant her mouth against his and he shivered in anticipation. Leave it to Hermione, however, to do something he didn’t expect. His eyes, closing as he waited for her kiss, shot open when she ran her tongue along his lower lip. Draco fought the urge to pull her even more against him. To do that now, would be to admit that her one little action impacted him. Him…Draco Malfoy…brought down by a light touch. Merlin, he’d never live that down. She wouldn’t let him.
Her teeth nipped at his lower lip as soon as her tongue had finished greeting him. Using a delicate grip, she brought his face down to her level and claimed his mouth with her own. He granted her entrance into him as her tongue politely requested. Politely. Draco never imagined that he would be politely asked anything in a situation such as this. He also never imagined that he would grant it.
He was bad. He was dark. He was…kissing her back. Draco wrapped his hands from her wrists and pulled her against him. He hissed in pleasure as her leg moved higher and rested around his hip. One hand slid down and stroked her thigh, causing Hermione to rub against him.
“Let me go.” Hermione whispered when she had managed to free her mouth.
“You don’t want to go.” Draco found himself pleading.
“Let. Me. Go.” Her voice was more firm.
“Your voice says go, Princess, but your leg wrapped around me says stay.” Draco teased lightly, trying to convince his heart to return to a normal beat.
“My leg and I will have a serious talk later tonight.” Hermione groaned as Draco continued to stroke her thigh.
“Allow me…please.” Draco arched a brow.
Hermione gasped as Draco dropped to his knees and began to kiss her calves. Her hands clutched his shoulders.
“What…are…you…doing?” She moaned.
“We’re talking.” Draco replied. “They like me. I like them. We have a relationship built on respect.”
Draco placed one last kiss on each of Hermione’s knees…((oooh, there’s a joke in there somewhere))…and stood up to face her.
“You can go.” Draco stepped away.
Hermione blinked owlishly at him.
“But fair warning, Princess.” Draco said unsmiling. “I made a polite offer. Make a decision soon before I choose to throw it away and simply take what I want.”
“And if I say no?” Hermione asked.
“Make a decision…soon.” Draco said, as he opened the door to set her free.