Pass It On

Chapter Thirteen:
*I know you've chosen to fly,
Something brighter on the otherside,
i know your somewhere where your finally free,
And you'll always be a part of me,
Like the moon is to the sea*
-OPM: 'Brighter Side'

These dreams were becomming a real problem for both the pure-blood and the Muggle-born. As the weeks rolled on and Christmas arrived, Malfoy found himself often having day dreams about his own dreams from the night before.

It was getting hard to sleep as they both continued to struggle against the ties that bound them to the real world...and the world where they were both trapped inside a lustful dance.

Both teenagers had finally got up the courage to discuss it, but in the end they decided it would be best to just allow them to carry on...stopping them could interfere with the prophecy.

To say that Hermione was ok with Malfoy dreaming about her lustfully was an overstatement. She was now feeling anxious most of the time, and at others she felt like she didnt no what she could do. This time she was lost...and Hermione Granger was never lost, she always found a solution.

She just found that sometimes she didn't know whether to look at Malfoy when he was talking, or look at other things is 'curious amazement' as he spoke. Somehow she thought that if she was looking at him, then he would look into her eyes and see something in them that would give her away.


She had never had true lustful urges before. She'd never had sexual-related dreams before. Some girls in her old dormatories even went as far to say that maybe she was 'sexless' ...and THATS why boys never really found her attractive either.


She didn't know how to feel if she was completely honest. She knew the urges were wrong...but she liked the way she was able to let herself go when she was dreaming. Ofcourse on one or more occasion she'd woken up and found her bed sheets tented...but thats what boys when they had particularily X-rated dreams of a night time.

At the same time she felt that what was happening to her was OK, because Malfoy was having them too. They had never really discussed it in great detail (because of both of them being highly embarrassed about the situation) and therefore Hermione didn't exactly know how...vivid his dreams were.

But if they were anything like hers then he too was waking up highly satisfied in the morning.



@-,'-- D&H --,'-@

~*~

Hermione lifted her hips up for a moment before slowly lowering herself down onto his lap again. Draco groaned, gripping her thighs to encourage her to repeat the movement. He really could have lost his soul over this. The afternoon had been bliss; wild sex with 'Mione had seemed the height of perfection about three weeks ago, but it was nothing compared to making love in her bed, basking in the warmth of her affection.

Her arms still around Malfoy's neck, Hermione leaned back slightly, changing the angle of penetration and closing her eyes when she found just the right spot. Draco held her waist to help her maintain her position, then thrust very slowly into her, watching her face to gauge the correct rhythm. Hermione had always wanted it hard and fast before, as if the violence could distract her from her feelings of alienation and self-loathing. But everything was different now.

Hemione opened her eyes to smile at Malfoy, her lips parted by her ragged breath. She leaned forward and kissed him, her tongue lapping passionately at his before she threw her head back and moaned. Draco thought about reminding her -- again -- that loud moans were liable to bring the whole of the Gryffindor common room running into the room. But he could hear the Half-witted Gryffindor shite down the stone steps being too thick-headed to even imagine what was goin on up above them. Whatever they were doing, they didn't seem to be worrying about Hermione and Draco.

Further aroused by the sight of Granger's naked body arching away from him, and the ecstatic smile on her face, Draco dug his fingers harder into her hips and started to thrust faster. Hermione didn't protest at the change of rhythm; she smiled at him again, her brown doey eyes locked on his until she closed them and cried out, digging her nails into his shoulders as her body shook with pleasure. Malfoy also cried out as he came, the sight of Granger's orgasm almost as overwhelming as his own. They collapsed into a heap on the bed.

Draco curled up against Granger's hot body, resting his head on her chest to listen to her thundering heartbeat.


~*~

Saying he couldn't stand it anymore was an understatement.

He hated being a woman.

He hated being pregnant.

He hated having lustful urges.

And to top it off;

He HATED being pregnant and having lustful urges inside a woman's body!


The whole thing was really bringing him down. His work wasn't upto scratch, he felt alone and very isolated with only complete 'goobs' from Gryffindor to keep him company...

...at the moment Luna Lovegood seemed better to have a conversation with than any of the other pretencious pricks he had to socialise with.

Right now he was actually sitting alone in his Arithmancy class whilst the class whittled on around him about the bloody ball that the head boy and girl were supposed to be organizing...but at the moment there didn't look like there was going to be a ball anyway because said head boy and girl weren't exactly talking regularily to eachother.

When that was a little stupid anyway since they were both the only two people in the school that knew their little predicament...oh how people would laugh if they ever found out.

And to top that off, all of the dreams that Draco had been having were really getting to him lately. Each one seemed more real than the last and it was really starting to scare him...and he didn't scare easily. It was sincerely weird to think that he would even be IN Granger's body...it was even weirder to think that he was having dreams about being IN Granger's body when he was infact himself at the time!

Maybe if he stopped thinking so much he wouldn't have as many thoughts about his little predicament... Which ALWAYS usually lead him to thinking about HER... Which always led him to those extraudinarily saucy dreams at night.

*Not that i honestly mind them...atleast i'm in my own body at the time...*

*Keep your thoughts to yourself, Malfoy. You never know who is listening...*

"Oh Balls!" He shouted loudly, jumping at the sound of Ganger's voice in his head. She hadn't talked to him telepathically for along time...he'd almost forgot she could do it.

"Miss Granger!" Professor Lecature said in his unusually high voice.

"Sorry professor I..." He tried thinking of a good excuse. "...I just realised what the fifth realophisism of orealeus is"


The professor stared at him blankly, but then got on with what he was doing before Malfoy's out-of-the-blue outburst.

*Good save...although there is no such thing as the 'fifth realophisism'...there's only ever been three that have been found and they were-

*-Ok, i get it...i screwed up again.*

*Actually* She said, sounding offended by the tone of his voice. *I thought it sounded spot on...and no one else would of realised what you were going on about...not even the teacher apparently...he was looking at you like you came down with the last shower*

Draco rolled his eyes.

*Look. I'm taking a stroll tonight...i think we both need to clear our heads because this is not doing us any good. If we want to figure anything out we need to TALK about things instead of keeping them inside of us..it'll do us both some good*

*Where are you going?* He asked her curiously.

*I don't know...after our patrol around the castle we'll just walk somewhere...no one can tell us off for it, can they? Unless we shout at ourselves...*

When he thought about it, he did need some things sorted...and if they WERE going to get through this then they were going to have to co-operate...even if one of them will probably end up killing the other over their many differences.

She WAS easy to talk to...but only when he LET himself open up (and that wasn't often).

*Alright. What time?*

@-,'-- D&H --,'-@

"Entrapped you?” Hermione tossed her hair out of her face and frowned deeply at him. “How did I entrap you?”

“Do my laundry, do my schoolwork.” He prissed, mimicking Granger, trying to bait her, before he growled and added, “I’m a male fucking Cinderella.”

“You fucked Cinderella?” She arched her eyebrow.

“What? That’s not what I meant…”

"- And for your information....i asked you to do those things for me because i do them for you!...so don't get all girly and short-tempered with me"

As they walked further away from the usual grounds of Hogwarts, the mist started to appear around them. It was light at first, giving the grounds a peaceful and lonesome appearance...but as the mist condensed further and began to get thicker it just served to make the grounds look more creepy than peaceful.

"I can't help it if i'm getting all girly and short-tempered...because number one; i AM in a GIRLS body so i have a right to be 'girly'...and number two; Well...i'm pregnant so go figure"

"You sound like your on PMT"

"I wish...then i wouldn't be in this mess"

Hermione laughed at him. She had to feel a little sorry for him...it just wasn't fair really. He might of been a bastard at times, but no one should have that burden put upon them. But then again...

"If you'd of kept MY legs closed, you wouldn't be in this predicament..."

"-And if you hadn't of made me go to the god-awful party then i wouldn't of opened my legs in the first place to be in this predicament-

"Well if you had of told me that you KNEW that it was your dad that did this to you then i wouldn't of made you go to that party which caused you to open my legs and cause you to get into this predicament in the first place!"

Draco looked at her blankly.

"Can you repeat that please?"

Hermione shot him a firey look.

He knew better than to ask again.

For a minute Malfoy smiled to himself.

*She always seems to make that face at me just before she jumps my bones-*

"I heard that" She moaned, as they turned the corner in step with eachother and came to an entrance of an oldish looking garden with pillars and boulders standing dormantly all around, with long strands of grass, weeds and rose bushes weaving their way around each pillar.

"And?" he asked her teasingly.

He knew he was on dangerous ground here, but he really couldn't help himself.

"So stop it" She told him admantly, suddenly feeling a little uncomfortable at the situation.

Draco smirked. "Oh come on, we both know what's goin' on here. And I think we need to be mature about this-"

"-Then stop takin' the piss" She told him, looking around her and shivering. This was too far away from their usual grounds. "I don't think we are meant to be here, Malfoy"

Draco looked around, and then spotted a nearby bench. It looked weirdly familiar. "Relax. This is part of Hogwarts, it has to be safe enough to walk through"

Draco started walking towards the bench, surrounded by small bushes and plants. He could not shake the feeling of Deja Vu.

"Wow" He said, looking around before sitting back on the bench and spreading himself out lazily. "Now this would set the scene quite nicely for-"

"-Don't even say it, Malfoy. I bet YOU are the ones having the dreams, and they're playing into my memory coz of this telepathic thing. Yes! That has to be it! I knew I could never think of such explicit-"

"-Oh shut up, you love it" He tried to bite his lip and hide a smile, but she caught him.

She found it intimidating that he felt so comfortable with his sexuality...even in HER body.

"Besides" He said quietly. "You seem to love it in those dreams of yours...whether its in a warm cozy bed, or in the great outdoors-"

Hermione whipped her head around. "How do you know I've dreamed of it in the outdoors?"

Draco stood up and edged closer to her, slowly, almost paralysing her. "Because I know who you are and I know what you want...and I know that part of you wants it on a dangerous level...it breaks you free from those shackles you've undecidedly tied yourself to"

She didn't realise how close he was to her now...how close her own breath was on her skin. She thought he was going to kiss her...kiss himself...no, he wouldn't be that stupid.

He looked into his own eyes...and he was so turned on it was unbelievable. But that wasn't exactly news to him...he was a sexy bastard and he knew it. He just wanted-wanted something that he did not want to want...he just wanted a taste. Maybe it was the setting...maybe it was the conversation. He could see her trembling...maybe she wanted it too.

He leaned into her, feeling her shiver against him. His breath tingling her ear as he whispered; "This garden right here...with the trees and the grass i could lie you down on...the things i could do to you...i could take you to the stone pillar in the corner and-"

"Oh my god! Malfoy!" Was all she shouted. He was expecting her to jump her, but instead she jumped back and ran in the direction of the stone pillar he was talking about.

He cursed himself. He almost had her.

*Whoa, whoa whoa mate! You don't WANT to want her! Shes Granger! This is just your hormones talkin'! Snap out of it!* Draco groaned deep in his throat. The battle between his brain and his not-so-there-because-he-actually-has-a-vaginapenis had officially begun.

Hermione stood stock still. Draco walked upto her slowly, wondering what had caused her to go into such a state. He looked at her for a little while, and then noticed that she was actually staring at something.

Something situated near the pillar.

Something red.

Something hanging off of the stone pillar.

Something familar to him...he had divested it from her a million times over in their dreams.

It was a red bra.

It was Hermione's red bra.

It was real...They were real.

Their dreams were real.