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Genie In A Bottle
GENIE IN A BOTTLE
Lyrics : Christina Aguilera
Characters : JK Rowling
Disclaimer : I don’t own any of this except perhaps the creative meanderings to combine the songs and characters.
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Oh...
I feel like I've been locked up tight
For a century of lonely nights
Waiting for someone
To release me
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“Are you all set for Hogsmeade tomorrow, ‘Mione?” Ginny’s voice intruded into the older girl’s thoughts.
“Hmm?” Hermione mumbled.
“Hogsmeade. We made plans to go, remember?”
“Oh, right.”
“Are you alright? You look…pale.” Ginny’s voice was concerned.
“I’m fine. Just…tired.” Hermione admitted.
“Lavender mentioned that you’ve been tossing around in your sleep lately. Anything you want to talk about?”
“Not really.”
The two girls continued their way to the library in companionable silence. Ginny’s thoughts raced forward to tomorrow when they would be traveling to Hogsmeade. Nothing could top a fun day of shopping…except perhaps winning at Quidditch…or snogging with her latest beau.
Hermione’s thoughts were preoccupied with Draco Malfoy and his offer and his hands and his mouth and all the wonderful things that happened when he combined his attributes. Would it really be too horrible for her to accept his offer? She’d find out…first hand…no pun intended…about all those things the other girls giggled about.
Of course, there was also the whole issue of betraying Harry and Ron and her entire house. But seriously, she’d been so loyal to the entire lot for so long, surely she was entitled to a little fun even with a perceived enemy.
Hermione could feel the frustration building up within her and she wasn’t sure what she would do if she didn’t find an outlet and soon. Her problem was that she wasn’t sure if the frustration was purely hormonal or at her sudden inability to make a decision. She did know, however, that being frustrated was very…well…frustrating.
Suddenly, Hermione had brilliant insight into why the house elves continually banged their heads against a wall when they were tormented by their actions or decisions. She felt like doing the same right about now.
Readjusting her book bag over her shoulder, Hermione followed Ginny into the library. Tonight was homework. Tomorrow was Hogsmeade. Sunday…she’d let Draco know then what her decision was.
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You're licking your lips and blowing kisses my way
But that dont mean I'm gonna give it away
Baby, baby, baby
(baby, baby, baby)
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((Why?!?! Why the library?!?!)) Hermione’s mind cried out at her. As soon as she and Ginny had entered the library it was quite obvious that Draco and a few other Slytherins were already there. With Christmas break coming up shortly, it was apparent that the professors were putting deadlines on many of their assignments and that the students were all in the last minute crunch to finish everything off.
Draco looked up, feeling an odd sensation wrap around him. His gaze came to rest on Hermione. He felt torn between acting as he normally would or walking up to her and kissing her senseless. The latter almost won. It scared him to admit how close that latter emotion had almost won. Perhaps it was that need, however, that stopped him from reverting to his past behaviour.
The Slytherin housemates stared at the two Gryffindors and then promptly turned their gazes to Draco. Immediately, he lowered his eyes and stared at the book lying in his lap.
“Draco.” Pansy hissed.
“Hmm?” He drawled, affecting a bored tone in his voice.
“Are you going to let them stand there? They’re in our library.” She complained.
“The last time I checked, Parkinson, the library was open to everyone in Hogwarts…no matter what their house or intellectual ability. If that were the case, Hufflepuff would never be allowed in here.”
A few Slytherins chuckled.
“But…” Pansy started.
“Just leave it, Parkinson. I want to finish my essay and go back to my room.” Draco’s eyes narrowed.
“Mmmm…what a lovely idea. Would you like some company?” Pansy cooed.
Hermione, watching from the sides, clenched her fists.
“Come on. They’re not egging us on. Let’s just find ourselves some seats.” Ginny dragged Hermione away.
Draco watched through hooded eyes as the two girls walked away. He had noticed Hermione’s hands and was rather pleased at her silent expression of jealousy. At least, he hoped it was jealousy and not anger at him for not immediately putting Parkinson in her place.
Hogsmeade was tomorrow and he hoped that he’d be able to find Granger alone for just a few minutes. Granted, he didn’t know what he would do with those few precious moments. How could he convince her to accept his offer?
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Oh whoa...
My body's saying let's go
Oh whoa...
But my heart is saying no (no)
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Hermione could feel his presence in the large library. She and Ginny did not sit within listening distance of the Slytherin table, but it didn’t take the Hogwarts bookworm much time to figure out that if she sat in her chair a certain way, she could catch glimpses of Draco through the shelves.
She stared down at her book with unseeing eyes. She was obviously physically attracted to the young Malfoy. Her own body was a traitor even if her mind screamed otherwise. Her heart, though, was torn. Either choice she made involved being loyal while becoming disloyal at the same time. To be loyal to her body and own wants, but throw her Gryffindor principles out the window. To be loyal to her friends and reject her own desires.
((Why isn’t there a happy medium?!?!)) Her mind cried out.
Hermione snapped her book shut with a bang.
“Problem?” Ginny asked looking up.
“I’m fine.” Hermione glared.
“Uh, sure.” Ginny cocked her head. “Last time I checked, ‘Mione, I was female, too. This means I’ve perfected the use of the term ‘I’m fine’…essentially, it means the opposite. You’re restless. You’re tired. You’re cranky. If I didn’t know better, I’d say that the whole little ploy to bring Malfoy to his knees isn’t working out quite as expected.”
“I’ll say.” Hermione sighed. “He’s very good on his knees.”
“What?” Ginny’s eyes widened in shock. She scooted closer to Hermione. “Do tell.”
Hermione shook her head.
“No way. What happened between us stays between us.”
“Oh, Merlin on a broomstick! So something did happen!” Ginny gushed.
“Keep your voice down!” Hermione admonished.
The lone female Weasley sibling immediately calmed down.
“Come on. Tell!” Ginny demanded.
Hermione shook her head again.
“Okay, fine…answer me this. Can the so-called Slytherin Sex God kiss?”
Hermione sank lower in her chair and groaned out her response.
“Yesssss.”
“So the little change in appearance is working.”
“Yes.”
“Are you holding your own?”
“Define ‘holding my own’ please.” Hermione replied with her eyes closed.
“Are you giving in to him? Are you giving him what he wants.”
“Not…yet.” Hermione said softly.
“That implies you will.” Ginny’s voice was tinged with an emotion that Hermione couldn’t place.
“I have yet to decide. I keep saying that if I will, it will be on my terms…not his.”
Ginny pursed her lips, not quite believing her friend.
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If you wanna be with me, baby
There's a price you pay
I'm a genie in a bottle
You gotta rub me the right way
If you wanna be with me
I can make your wish come true
You gotta make a big impression
I gotta like what you do
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“You’re not supposed to be here.” Hermione hissed at him in a secluded corner. The shelves of books around them provided them with a bit of momentary privacy.
“Well, how was I supposed to know that you’d be in the library on a Friday night?” Draco shot out.
Hermione arched an eyebrow.
“Good point.” Draco admitted graciously. “Are you going to Hogsmeade tomorrow?”
“Apparently.” Hermione said softly.
“We could always remain here…at the school…together.” He offered.
“The last thing I want right now is to be with you.” Hermione spat.
“Ah, perhaps you need some alone time to think about the offer?”
“You’ll get a decision soon…just as you requested.”
“Do I get a hint?”
“Go hex yourself, Malfoy.”
Draco pouted.
“It’s not nearly as much fun on my own then when someone else is with me.”
“You’re not talking about hexing are you?”
Draco reached out and began to rub Hermione’s shoulders.
“You catch on fast, Princess. But it does rhyme with hex.” He frowned and gently dug the pads of his fingers into Hermione’s soft shoulders. “Why so tense?”
Hermione gaped at him.
“Let’s do a recap, shall we, Malfoy? You’ve accosted me how many times? Forced me to kiss you as a payment. Make a deranged offer for me to be in your bed…and I find myself actually considering it. So yes…I’m tense!” Hermione glared at Draco.
“You are considering it?” Draco’s face lit up in a smile. “Come here.”
Hermione instantly found herself in Draco’s embrace. Nothing blatently sexual…an honest-to-goodness…hug. And…wow…he smelled good…and felt good…and sounded good. Even his heartbeat was turning her into mush.
“I haven’t made a decision yet, Malfoy.” She grumbled against his chest.
“I know…but you’re thinking about it.” Draco hugged her tighter. “For some perverse reason, I like that.”
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I'm a genie in a bottle, baby
Gotta rub me the right way, honey
I'm a genie in a bottle, baby
Come, come, come and let me out
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“Maybe I can help you make your decision.” Draco offered.
The noise that escaped Hermione’s mouth was definitely not ladylike.
“Or not.” Draco said. “What’s stopping you from accepting?”
“Why do you care?”
“Humour me.”
“Let’s see. You said it yourself, I’m a Gryffindor and you’re a Slytherin. The very foundations of our houses clash. This whole…concept…of there being an ‘us’ is doomed to fail.”
“That’s not very optimistic of you.” Draco smirked.
“I’m not in a very optimistic mood right now.” Hermione admitted.
Draco rubbed her shoulders more, trying to massage out the kinks.
“Would you stop that? Someone will see.” Hermione whispered harshly.
“Is that what you really want? For me to stop?”
Silence.
“Thought not.” Draco hummed lightly while focusing on one particularly stubbon knot underneath a shoulder blade. Hermione moaned softly. “Will I see you in Hogsmeade?”
“It’s not that big a town. Probably yes.”
They each stilled at a noise. Someone was coming! Dropping his hands from Hermione’s shoulders, Draco looked around for means of escape. There was none. They looked at each other in panic.
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The music's playing and the lights' down low
One more dance and then we're good to go
Waiting for someone
Who needs me
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Draco leaned in closer and whispered, “Forgive me.”
Hermione frowned in confusion, especially as Draco leaned in and kissed her quickly, yet fully, on her mouth.
He straightened up just as Pansy and Blaise rounded the corner. Hermione grabbed a book for protection.
“Draco?” Pansy asked, confused. “What’s going on?”
“The little…Granger…wouldn’t give me the book she was holding.”
((I can’t call her mudblood…she’ll never forgive that.))
“So take it from her.” Pansy sighed in frustration.
“I’ve been working on my charming skills, hoping to persuade her to hand it over.”
“Who cares?” Pansy frowned. She marched up to Hermione and snatched the book from the Gryffindor female.
A smirk crossed her face as she read the title.
“Really, mudblood….what ever are doing with ‘Love and Beauty Spells’?” Pansy’s laughter barked out. “That’s too funny!”
“I’m more interested in why Malfoy was trying to get it. He said she wouldn’t give it to him.” Blaise leaned up against a shelf and smirked.
Draco glared at him.
Pansy turned her attention to the blond Slytherin. A confused expression crossed her face.
Draco shrugged.
“I wanted it because she had it.” He rolled his eyes. “As if I wanted that book for myself. Get real, Zabimi.”
“Where do you think you’re going, mudblood?” Pansy blocked off Hermione’s attempt to sneak away past them. “You wouldn’t give the book to your better.”
“Malfoy is hardly my better. I do believe that I’m ahead of him academically.” Hermione snorted.
“I’m talking social standing.” Pansy corrected the Gryffindor.
“Ah, yes…but, of course, social standing is much more important that intelligence. Is that what you tell your family about your lousy grades?” Hermione stood up for herself.
“And do you console yourself on Friday nights that your grades are enough to keep you warm?” Pansy shot back.
“Last time I checked, it is a Friday night and you’re in the library same as me.” Hermione glared.
“Ladies, please.” Blaise stepped in between them. “If this keeps up, we’ll be forced to bring in some mud and charge admission to this spectacle.”
“As if anyone would pay to see her!” Pansy sniffed.
“Let’s just leave.” Draco suggested firmly. He plucked the book out of Pansy’s clutches. “And give her back her book. She needs all the help it can provide.”
Hermione’s hands automatically grabbed the book as Draco thrust it towards her.
Of all the nerve! Curse him! How dare he! It wasn’t as if Hermione expected him to stand up for her, but to embarrass her with that final comment! Her eyes narrowed as she glared at the backs of the retreated Slytherins.
Her terms now. She was more determined than ever.
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Hormones racing at the speed of light
But that don't mean it's gonna be tonight
Baby, baby, baby
(baby, baby, baby)
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Hermione gathered up her books and parchments and quills quickly. Ginny sat in stunned silence, her mind trying to determine what had caused such an extreme mood change in her friend. It didn’t take long for her to realize that it more than likely involved someone from Slytherin.
“What happened?” Ginny asked. All she heard were whispered responses involving words that actually made her blush, despite having six older brothers. Ginny reached out, her hands stilling Hermione’s. “Talk to me.”
“That…prat!” Hermione rasped out and proceeded to tell Ginny what had happened.
“Doesn’t sound so bad.” Ginny mused.
“What?” Hermione stared in shock. “How can you say that? His pasty Slytherin butt is mine.”
Ginny’s eyes widened at the other girl’s tone.
“And just what are you going to do?”
“Accept his offer.”
“Uh…”
“He won’t know what hit him.” Hermione snarled, tossing her bookbag over her shoulder. “If he thought the short skirts were shocking, he hasn’t seen anything yet.”
Ginny leaned back in her chair and watched Hermione storm of out the library. She couldn’t help but feel that the Gryffindor girls had created a monster. When Hermione put her mind to something, even the cunning Slytherins couldn’t hold a candle to her brilliance…and determination…and success rate.
Hurriedly, Ginny tossed her own stuff together and raced after Hermione.
Draco looked up and worried what the two girls…one in particular…were up to.
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Oh whoa...
My body's saying let's go
Oh whoa...
But my heart is saying no (no)
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Hermione found an empty classroom and began to plot. Her body was screaming to simply take up Draco’s offer and be done with it. Her heart remained undecided. Her brain, knowing that it was facing a losing battle, shouted that Hermione could at least keep her wits about her during this whole adventure.
Short skirts and make-up could only take her so far, she realized.
Rifling through her bookbag, Hermione found the book she had been clutching when the Slytherins approached. Love and beauty spells were the focus of the tome. Opening it up to the first chapter, Hermione read the warning.
“Magic can only go so far in discovering true love or claiming true lust. The most alluring spell of all can not be found within this book as it comes from within the individual. Believe in yourself. Believe in your beauty. Believe in your own self worth. That belief is the most powerful magic of all.”
Hermione snorted in disgust. Really!
((But look at Parkinson.)) Her mind taunted. ((Seriously, what has she got that you haven’t? And yet, the boys flock to her. She believes herself to be beautiful.))
“And the guys know that her legs will open more than Neville’s mouth in Potions class.” The callous remark left Hermione's mouth before she could stop it.
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If you wanna be with me
Baby, there's a price you pay
I'm a genie in a bottle
You gotta rub me the right way
If you wanna be with me
I can make your wish come true
Come and set me free, baby
And I'll be with you
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Draco and a few other Slytherins stood off to one side and watched as the Gryffindors left the castle. The regular outing to Hogsmeade was looked forward to by all as it was their last one before Christmas break. Most of the students hadn’t done their shopping and, truth be told, they were all looking forward to some fresh air and getting away from the books.
The blond young man looked over and saw Hermione, laughing with some of her housemates. He watched as she tossed her hair back and out of her face. The sun sparkled down on her and she seemed to shimmer in its warmth.
((I’m going soft.))
The group started their trek towards the town. Laughter filled the students and even Draco admitted that he had more of a bounce in his step than before. A few minutes into the walk, he noticed that he was walking slower than the other students and was being left behind. Frowning, Draco considered running to catch up with his schoolmates, but realized that he was actually enjoying the solitude.
The other students disappeared around a bend and for a brief moment, Draco felt truly alone. It actually felt nice. There was only one way, he admitted, that it could feel better and that would be if…
…was that someone rubbing rub against his back?
Gasping, Draco spun around to find Hermione laughing up into his face. His arms instinctively tightened around her.
“What are you doing?” He asked, trying to sound serious and, to his misery, failing.
“Nothing.” Hermione giggled.
“Doesn’t feel like nothing.” Draco frowned.
“Well, if you think that that feels like nothing, what until you feel this.” Her comeback was rather cryptic. Before Draco could ask for a better explanation, he found her cold lips on his own cool mouth.
“Mmmph!” Was all that he managed to get out.
“Oh, relax, Malfoy.” Hermione breathed out, after removing her mouth from his. “It’s just a kiss. We’re outside, in the sun, surrounded by trees and snow…it just screams ‘kiss me’.”
Draco’s eyes narrowed in suspicion.
“If you insist.” He replied. Pulling Hermione closer, he whispered. “But I don’t want another interruption.”
Hermione glanced over a snow bank.
“Woman after my own heart.” Draco muttered.
“It’s not your heart I’m interested in, Malfoy.” Hermione fired back.
Draco hesitated.
“Is this another one of your games, Granger?” He hissed.
“I’m not the one who started it, Malfoy.” She countered. “Can’t finish what you start?”
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I'm a genie in a bottle, baby
Gotta rub me the right way, honey
I'm a genie in a bottle, baby
Come, come, come and let me out
Oh whoa...
My body's sayin let's go
Oh whoa...
But my heart is saying no (no)
If you wanna be with me, baby
There's a price you pay
I'm a genie in a bottle
You gotta rub the right way
If you wanna be with me
I can make your wish come true
You gotta make a big impression
I gotta like what you do
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“You know I can.” He snarled. “But I’m not going to start something only to have it thrown back in my face.”
“Aren’t you risking just that by your silly offer?”
“Merlin, Granger? What is it with you?” Draco tried not to shout. The last thing he wanted was this little spat being witness by his housemates. “It’s just sex.”
“Exactly. That’s all it is to you. Even though you’ve stopped with the names…even though you sent the flowers…those are all rehearsed moves. You want me in your bed and that’s all.” Hermione’s eyes glistened.
“I never lied about that.”
“No, you didn’t.” Hermione admitted. “But what if I want more.”
“Come again?”
“What if I want more than a quick shag?”
“That’s your problem, Granger. I told you that’s all we would have until you found what you wanted.”
“And what if I want you?”
Draco took a step back, shocked. Him? She wanted him? His mouth opened.
Hermione stepped in closer.
“Don’t worry, Malfoy. You’ll still get your answer tomorrow.” Hermione leaned and kissed him lightly on the cheek.
He watched as she ran after the Hogwarts students.
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If you wanna be with me, baby
There's a price you pay
I'm a genie in a bottle
You gotta rub me the right way
If you wanna be with me
I can make your wish come true
Come and set me free, baby
And I'll be with you
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((I’ve created a monster.)) Draco mused as he watched Hermione run off.
All he was looking for was a quick fix to his need for her. And here she was looking for more. Draco pinched the bridge of his nose.
((Women.))
He frowned. Hermione wanted more but was still considering his offer. Okay, Draco was now officially confused when it came to understanding the opposite gender. She wasn’t making any sense. Of course, she was a mu…wasn’t a pureblood. How was he supposed to understand her?
Draco kicked at a pile of snow in frustration.
Was she up to something? Was this a new slant on their game? Did she truly want more or was she just throwing him for a loop?
He stilled. What if she didn’t want more? What if she was just saying this to play with him? There were too many what if’s in this scenario.
“Hey, Malfoy!”
Draco looked up to see Blaise trotting up to him.
“What happened to you?” Blaise asked. “I just passed Granger who looked positively delighted with herself. Scary.”
“I think I’ve created a monster, Zabimi.” Draco said. “The problem is…I think I like the monster.”
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I'm a genie in a bottle, baby
Come, come, come and let me out
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
“Well?” Ginny whispered?
“Malfoy’s wish is about to come true.” Hermione said. “He just doesn’t know which one.”
The two Gryffindor women continued their walk to Hogsmeade arm in arm.
Lyrics : Christina Aguilera
Characters : JK Rowling
Disclaimer : I don’t own any of this except perhaps the creative meanderings to combine the songs and characters.
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Oh...
I feel like I've been locked up tight
For a century of lonely nights
Waiting for someone
To release me
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
“Are you all set for Hogsmeade tomorrow, ‘Mione?” Ginny’s voice intruded into the older girl’s thoughts.
“Hmm?” Hermione mumbled.
“Hogsmeade. We made plans to go, remember?”
“Oh, right.”
“Are you alright? You look…pale.” Ginny’s voice was concerned.
“I’m fine. Just…tired.” Hermione admitted.
“Lavender mentioned that you’ve been tossing around in your sleep lately. Anything you want to talk about?”
“Not really.”
The two girls continued their way to the library in companionable silence. Ginny’s thoughts raced forward to tomorrow when they would be traveling to Hogsmeade. Nothing could top a fun day of shopping…except perhaps winning at Quidditch…or snogging with her latest beau.
Hermione’s thoughts were preoccupied with Draco Malfoy and his offer and his hands and his mouth and all the wonderful things that happened when he combined his attributes. Would it really be too horrible for her to accept his offer? She’d find out…first hand…no pun intended…about all those things the other girls giggled about.
Of course, there was also the whole issue of betraying Harry and Ron and her entire house. But seriously, she’d been so loyal to the entire lot for so long, surely she was entitled to a little fun even with a perceived enemy.
Hermione could feel the frustration building up within her and she wasn’t sure what she would do if she didn’t find an outlet and soon. Her problem was that she wasn’t sure if the frustration was purely hormonal or at her sudden inability to make a decision. She did know, however, that being frustrated was very…well…frustrating.
Suddenly, Hermione had brilliant insight into why the house elves continually banged their heads against a wall when they were tormented by their actions or decisions. She felt like doing the same right about now.
Readjusting her book bag over her shoulder, Hermione followed Ginny into the library. Tonight was homework. Tomorrow was Hogsmeade. Sunday…she’d let Draco know then what her decision was.
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You're licking your lips and blowing kisses my way
But that dont mean I'm gonna give it away
Baby, baby, baby
(baby, baby, baby)
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((Why?!?! Why the library?!?!)) Hermione’s mind cried out at her. As soon as she and Ginny had entered the library it was quite obvious that Draco and a few other Slytherins were already there. With Christmas break coming up shortly, it was apparent that the professors were putting deadlines on many of their assignments and that the students were all in the last minute crunch to finish everything off.
Draco looked up, feeling an odd sensation wrap around him. His gaze came to rest on Hermione. He felt torn between acting as he normally would or walking up to her and kissing her senseless. The latter almost won. It scared him to admit how close that latter emotion had almost won. Perhaps it was that need, however, that stopped him from reverting to his past behaviour.
The Slytherin housemates stared at the two Gryffindors and then promptly turned their gazes to Draco. Immediately, he lowered his eyes and stared at the book lying in his lap.
“Draco.” Pansy hissed.
“Hmm?” He drawled, affecting a bored tone in his voice.
“Are you going to let them stand there? They’re in our library.” She complained.
“The last time I checked, Parkinson, the library was open to everyone in Hogwarts…no matter what their house or intellectual ability. If that were the case, Hufflepuff would never be allowed in here.”
A few Slytherins chuckled.
“But…” Pansy started.
“Just leave it, Parkinson. I want to finish my essay and go back to my room.” Draco’s eyes narrowed.
“Mmmm…what a lovely idea. Would you like some company?” Pansy cooed.
Hermione, watching from the sides, clenched her fists.
“Come on. They’re not egging us on. Let’s just find ourselves some seats.” Ginny dragged Hermione away.
Draco watched through hooded eyes as the two girls walked away. He had noticed Hermione’s hands and was rather pleased at her silent expression of jealousy. At least, he hoped it was jealousy and not anger at him for not immediately putting Parkinson in her place.
Hogsmeade was tomorrow and he hoped that he’d be able to find Granger alone for just a few minutes. Granted, he didn’t know what he would do with those few precious moments. How could he convince her to accept his offer?
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
Oh whoa...
My body's saying let's go
Oh whoa...
But my heart is saying no (no)
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
Hermione could feel his presence in the large library. She and Ginny did not sit within listening distance of the Slytherin table, but it didn’t take the Hogwarts bookworm much time to figure out that if she sat in her chair a certain way, she could catch glimpses of Draco through the shelves.
She stared down at her book with unseeing eyes. She was obviously physically attracted to the young Malfoy. Her own body was a traitor even if her mind screamed otherwise. Her heart, though, was torn. Either choice she made involved being loyal while becoming disloyal at the same time. To be loyal to her body and own wants, but throw her Gryffindor principles out the window. To be loyal to her friends and reject her own desires.
((Why isn’t there a happy medium?!?!)) Her mind cried out.
Hermione snapped her book shut with a bang.
“Problem?” Ginny asked looking up.
“I’m fine.” Hermione glared.
“Uh, sure.” Ginny cocked her head. “Last time I checked, ‘Mione, I was female, too. This means I’ve perfected the use of the term ‘I’m fine’…essentially, it means the opposite. You’re restless. You’re tired. You’re cranky. If I didn’t know better, I’d say that the whole little ploy to bring Malfoy to his knees isn’t working out quite as expected.”
“I’ll say.” Hermione sighed. “He’s very good on his knees.”
“What?” Ginny’s eyes widened in shock. She scooted closer to Hermione. “Do tell.”
Hermione shook her head.
“No way. What happened between us stays between us.”
“Oh, Merlin on a broomstick! So something did happen!” Ginny gushed.
“Keep your voice down!” Hermione admonished.
The lone female Weasley sibling immediately calmed down.
“Come on. Tell!” Ginny demanded.
Hermione shook her head again.
“Okay, fine…answer me this. Can the so-called Slytherin Sex God kiss?”
Hermione sank lower in her chair and groaned out her response.
“Yesssss.”
“So the little change in appearance is working.”
“Yes.”
“Are you holding your own?”
“Define ‘holding my own’ please.” Hermione replied with her eyes closed.
“Are you giving in to him? Are you giving him what he wants.”
“Not…yet.” Hermione said softly.
“That implies you will.” Ginny’s voice was tinged with an emotion that Hermione couldn’t place.
“I have yet to decide. I keep saying that if I will, it will be on my terms…not his.”
Ginny pursed her lips, not quite believing her friend.
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If you wanna be with me, baby
There's a price you pay
I'm a genie in a bottle
You gotta rub me the right way
If you wanna be with me
I can make your wish come true
You gotta make a big impression
I gotta like what you do
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“You’re not supposed to be here.” Hermione hissed at him in a secluded corner. The shelves of books around them provided them with a bit of momentary privacy.
“Well, how was I supposed to know that you’d be in the library on a Friday night?” Draco shot out.
Hermione arched an eyebrow.
“Good point.” Draco admitted graciously. “Are you going to Hogsmeade tomorrow?”
“Apparently.” Hermione said softly.
“We could always remain here…at the school…together.” He offered.
“The last thing I want right now is to be with you.” Hermione spat.
“Ah, perhaps you need some alone time to think about the offer?”
“You’ll get a decision soon…just as you requested.”
“Do I get a hint?”
“Go hex yourself, Malfoy.”
Draco pouted.
“It’s not nearly as much fun on my own then when someone else is with me.”
“You’re not talking about hexing are you?”
Draco reached out and began to rub Hermione’s shoulders.
“You catch on fast, Princess. But it does rhyme with hex.” He frowned and gently dug the pads of his fingers into Hermione’s soft shoulders. “Why so tense?”
Hermione gaped at him.
“Let’s do a recap, shall we, Malfoy? You’ve accosted me how many times? Forced me to kiss you as a payment. Make a deranged offer for me to be in your bed…and I find myself actually considering it. So yes…I’m tense!” Hermione glared at Draco.
“You are considering it?” Draco’s face lit up in a smile. “Come here.”
Hermione instantly found herself in Draco’s embrace. Nothing blatently sexual…an honest-to-goodness…hug. And…wow…he smelled good…and felt good…and sounded good. Even his heartbeat was turning her into mush.
“I haven’t made a decision yet, Malfoy.” She grumbled against his chest.
“I know…but you’re thinking about it.” Draco hugged her tighter. “For some perverse reason, I like that.”
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I'm a genie in a bottle, baby
Gotta rub me the right way, honey
I'm a genie in a bottle, baby
Come, come, come and let me out
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“Maybe I can help you make your decision.” Draco offered.
The noise that escaped Hermione’s mouth was definitely not ladylike.
“Or not.” Draco said. “What’s stopping you from accepting?”
“Why do you care?”
“Humour me.”
“Let’s see. You said it yourself, I’m a Gryffindor and you’re a Slytherin. The very foundations of our houses clash. This whole…concept…of there being an ‘us’ is doomed to fail.”
“That’s not very optimistic of you.” Draco smirked.
“I’m not in a very optimistic mood right now.” Hermione admitted.
Draco rubbed her shoulders more, trying to massage out the kinks.
“Would you stop that? Someone will see.” Hermione whispered harshly.
“Is that what you really want? For me to stop?”
Silence.
“Thought not.” Draco hummed lightly while focusing on one particularly stubbon knot underneath a shoulder blade. Hermione moaned softly. “Will I see you in Hogsmeade?”
“It’s not that big a town. Probably yes.”
They each stilled at a noise. Someone was coming! Dropping his hands from Hermione’s shoulders, Draco looked around for means of escape. There was none. They looked at each other in panic.
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The music's playing and the lights' down low
One more dance and then we're good to go
Waiting for someone
Who needs me
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Draco leaned in closer and whispered, “Forgive me.”
Hermione frowned in confusion, especially as Draco leaned in and kissed her quickly, yet fully, on her mouth.
He straightened up just as Pansy and Blaise rounded the corner. Hermione grabbed a book for protection.
“Draco?” Pansy asked, confused. “What’s going on?”
“The little…Granger…wouldn’t give me the book she was holding.”
((I can’t call her mudblood…she’ll never forgive that.))
“So take it from her.” Pansy sighed in frustration.
“I’ve been working on my charming skills, hoping to persuade her to hand it over.”
“Who cares?” Pansy frowned. She marched up to Hermione and snatched the book from the Gryffindor female.
A smirk crossed her face as she read the title.
“Really, mudblood….what ever are doing with ‘Love and Beauty Spells’?” Pansy’s laughter barked out. “That’s too funny!”
“I’m more interested in why Malfoy was trying to get it. He said she wouldn’t give it to him.” Blaise leaned up against a shelf and smirked.
Draco glared at him.
Pansy turned her attention to the blond Slytherin. A confused expression crossed her face.
Draco shrugged.
“I wanted it because she had it.” He rolled his eyes. “As if I wanted that book for myself. Get real, Zabimi.”
“Where do you think you’re going, mudblood?” Pansy blocked off Hermione’s attempt to sneak away past them. “You wouldn’t give the book to your better.”
“Malfoy is hardly my better. I do believe that I’m ahead of him academically.” Hermione snorted.
“I’m talking social standing.” Pansy corrected the Gryffindor.
“Ah, yes…but, of course, social standing is much more important that intelligence. Is that what you tell your family about your lousy grades?” Hermione stood up for herself.
“And do you console yourself on Friday nights that your grades are enough to keep you warm?” Pansy shot back.
“Last time I checked, it is a Friday night and you’re in the library same as me.” Hermione glared.
“Ladies, please.” Blaise stepped in between them. “If this keeps up, we’ll be forced to bring in some mud and charge admission to this spectacle.”
“As if anyone would pay to see her!” Pansy sniffed.
“Let’s just leave.” Draco suggested firmly. He plucked the book out of Pansy’s clutches. “And give her back her book. She needs all the help it can provide.”
Hermione’s hands automatically grabbed the book as Draco thrust it towards her.
Of all the nerve! Curse him! How dare he! It wasn’t as if Hermione expected him to stand up for her, but to embarrass her with that final comment! Her eyes narrowed as she glared at the backs of the retreated Slytherins.
Her terms now. She was more determined than ever.
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Hormones racing at the speed of light
But that don't mean it's gonna be tonight
Baby, baby, baby
(baby, baby, baby)
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Hermione gathered up her books and parchments and quills quickly. Ginny sat in stunned silence, her mind trying to determine what had caused such an extreme mood change in her friend. It didn’t take long for her to realize that it more than likely involved someone from Slytherin.
“What happened?” Ginny asked. All she heard were whispered responses involving words that actually made her blush, despite having six older brothers. Ginny reached out, her hands stilling Hermione’s. “Talk to me.”
“That…prat!” Hermione rasped out and proceeded to tell Ginny what had happened.
“Doesn’t sound so bad.” Ginny mused.
“What?” Hermione stared in shock. “How can you say that? His pasty Slytherin butt is mine.”
Ginny’s eyes widened at the other girl’s tone.
“And just what are you going to do?”
“Accept his offer.”
“Uh…”
“He won’t know what hit him.” Hermione snarled, tossing her bookbag over her shoulder. “If he thought the short skirts were shocking, he hasn’t seen anything yet.”
Ginny leaned back in her chair and watched Hermione storm of out the library. She couldn’t help but feel that the Gryffindor girls had created a monster. When Hermione put her mind to something, even the cunning Slytherins couldn’t hold a candle to her brilliance…and determination…and success rate.
Hurriedly, Ginny tossed her own stuff together and raced after Hermione.
Draco looked up and worried what the two girls…one in particular…were up to.
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Oh whoa...
My body's saying let's go
Oh whoa...
But my heart is saying no (no)
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Hermione found an empty classroom and began to plot. Her body was screaming to simply take up Draco’s offer and be done with it. Her heart remained undecided. Her brain, knowing that it was facing a losing battle, shouted that Hermione could at least keep her wits about her during this whole adventure.
Short skirts and make-up could only take her so far, she realized.
Rifling through her bookbag, Hermione found the book she had been clutching when the Slytherins approached. Love and beauty spells were the focus of the tome. Opening it up to the first chapter, Hermione read the warning.
“Magic can only go so far in discovering true love or claiming true lust. The most alluring spell of all can not be found within this book as it comes from within the individual. Believe in yourself. Believe in your beauty. Believe in your own self worth. That belief is the most powerful magic of all.”
Hermione snorted in disgust. Really!
((But look at Parkinson.)) Her mind taunted. ((Seriously, what has she got that you haven’t? And yet, the boys flock to her. She believes herself to be beautiful.))
“And the guys know that her legs will open more than Neville’s mouth in Potions class.” The callous remark left Hermione's mouth before she could stop it.
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If you wanna be with me
Baby, there's a price you pay
I'm a genie in a bottle
You gotta rub me the right way
If you wanna be with me
I can make your wish come true
Come and set me free, baby
And I'll be with you
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Draco and a few other Slytherins stood off to one side and watched as the Gryffindors left the castle. The regular outing to Hogsmeade was looked forward to by all as it was their last one before Christmas break. Most of the students hadn’t done their shopping and, truth be told, they were all looking forward to some fresh air and getting away from the books.
The blond young man looked over and saw Hermione, laughing with some of her housemates. He watched as she tossed her hair back and out of her face. The sun sparkled down on her and she seemed to shimmer in its warmth.
((I’m going soft.))
The group started their trek towards the town. Laughter filled the students and even Draco admitted that he had more of a bounce in his step than before. A few minutes into the walk, he noticed that he was walking slower than the other students and was being left behind. Frowning, Draco considered running to catch up with his schoolmates, but realized that he was actually enjoying the solitude.
The other students disappeared around a bend and for a brief moment, Draco felt truly alone. It actually felt nice. There was only one way, he admitted, that it could feel better and that would be if…
…was that someone rubbing rub against his back?
Gasping, Draco spun around to find Hermione laughing up into his face. His arms instinctively tightened around her.
“What are you doing?” He asked, trying to sound serious and, to his misery, failing.
“Nothing.” Hermione giggled.
“Doesn’t feel like nothing.” Draco frowned.
“Well, if you think that that feels like nothing, what until you feel this.” Her comeback was rather cryptic. Before Draco could ask for a better explanation, he found her cold lips on his own cool mouth.
“Mmmph!” Was all that he managed to get out.
“Oh, relax, Malfoy.” Hermione breathed out, after removing her mouth from his. “It’s just a kiss. We’re outside, in the sun, surrounded by trees and snow…it just screams ‘kiss me’.”
Draco’s eyes narrowed in suspicion.
“If you insist.” He replied. Pulling Hermione closer, he whispered. “But I don’t want another interruption.”
Hermione glanced over a snow bank.
“Woman after my own heart.” Draco muttered.
“It’s not your heart I’m interested in, Malfoy.” Hermione fired back.
Draco hesitated.
“Is this another one of your games, Granger?” He hissed.
“I’m not the one who started it, Malfoy.” She countered. “Can’t finish what you start?”
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I'm a genie in a bottle, baby
Gotta rub me the right way, honey
I'm a genie in a bottle, baby
Come, come, come and let me out
Oh whoa...
My body's sayin let's go
Oh whoa...
But my heart is saying no (no)
If you wanna be with me, baby
There's a price you pay
I'm a genie in a bottle
You gotta rub the right way
If you wanna be with me
I can make your wish come true
You gotta make a big impression
I gotta like what you do
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“You know I can.” He snarled. “But I’m not going to start something only to have it thrown back in my face.”
“Aren’t you risking just that by your silly offer?”
“Merlin, Granger? What is it with you?” Draco tried not to shout. The last thing he wanted was this little spat being witness by his housemates. “It’s just sex.”
“Exactly. That’s all it is to you. Even though you’ve stopped with the names…even though you sent the flowers…those are all rehearsed moves. You want me in your bed and that’s all.” Hermione’s eyes glistened.
“I never lied about that.”
“No, you didn’t.” Hermione admitted. “But what if I want more.”
“Come again?”
“What if I want more than a quick shag?”
“That’s your problem, Granger. I told you that’s all we would have until you found what you wanted.”
“And what if I want you?”
Draco took a step back, shocked. Him? She wanted him? His mouth opened.
Hermione stepped in closer.
“Don’t worry, Malfoy. You’ll still get your answer tomorrow.” Hermione leaned and kissed him lightly on the cheek.
He watched as she ran after the Hogwarts students.
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If you wanna be with me, baby
There's a price you pay
I'm a genie in a bottle
You gotta rub me the right way
If you wanna be with me
I can make your wish come true
Come and set me free, baby
And I'll be with you
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((I’ve created a monster.)) Draco mused as he watched Hermione run off.
All he was looking for was a quick fix to his need for her. And here she was looking for more. Draco pinched the bridge of his nose.
((Women.))
He frowned. Hermione wanted more but was still considering his offer. Okay, Draco was now officially confused when it came to understanding the opposite gender. She wasn’t making any sense. Of course, she was a mu…wasn’t a pureblood. How was he supposed to understand her?
Draco kicked at a pile of snow in frustration.
Was she up to something? Was this a new slant on their game? Did she truly want more or was she just throwing him for a loop?
He stilled. What if she didn’t want more? What if she was just saying this to play with him? There were too many what if’s in this scenario.
“Hey, Malfoy!”
Draco looked up to see Blaise trotting up to him.
“What happened to you?” Blaise asked. “I just passed Granger who looked positively delighted with herself. Scary.”
“I think I’ve created a monster, Zabimi.” Draco said. “The problem is…I think I like the monster.”
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I'm a genie in a bottle, baby
Come, come, come and let me out
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
“Well?” Ginny whispered?
“Malfoy’s wish is about to come true.” Hermione said. “He just doesn’t know which one.”
The two Gryffindor women continued their walk to Hogsmeade arm in arm.