The Most Dangerous Thing a Slytherin Could Do
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Lion Pride
Ok, I loved all my reviews, except my one. Sorry, but I had no idea what the phalanges what you were talking about. =) Its' OK, I'll forgive you. So anyway, it was getting hot in there wasn't it?! Draco is sure taking matters into his own hands. I saw a picture on the internet that would go perfect for this fic. So check it out -> http://images.google.com/url?source=imgres&ct=tbn&q=http://www.harrymedia.com/img/data/media/126/dramione.jpg&usg=AFQjCNFqbC7nWs4sr-I6ZmbNa0tsl9a7Vg.
Looks like the Power Puff Girls but what are ya gonna do?
So here's the next chapter called Lion Pride. To SarahWhitman, I'll try my best to keep up with the pictures of outfits. I got that idea from margaritama who wrote Her Shoes (which if you haven't read it yet you don't know what your missing.) She definitely got me hooked on all the shoes, omg. Well, READ & REVIEW. Enjoy!
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Chapter 14- Lion Pride
"He what?!" squealed Ginny as she stood frozen to the spot on the floor. She had ran up to the Head Common Room as soon as she received Hermione's emergency owl that early this morning. Not bothering to grab a rob before running down the cold stone floors of Hogwarts, Ginny sprinted up to Hermione's room in a light lavender night gown. Still, some what flabbergasted about what her best friend just told her, she ignored the chill that nipped at her exposed skin. There were more important things than freezing your ass off when you were snogged by a Malfoy.
"He, he kissed me." Hermione sighed. She couldn't figure out in her own head if she was disgusted, or turned on. Draco made her feel so many things at once that it made her head spin. Lying back down on her bed, she stretched her arms over her head and rested them underneath, pulling up her simple white gown up just a few more inched above her knee. After the kiss, he looked into her eyes, a smirk plastered on that arrogant face of his, and strolled back over to his room. Leaving her breathless and frustrated. Damn Slytherin.
"Did you like it? What was it like?" the red-head pressed.
"Huh? Oh, it was well, it was something alright." blushed Hermione. Really, what was she thinking asking Ginny to help her figure this all out. She'd ask more questions than an American talk show host asking why your such a failure at life. Sometimes, shit just happens. "He was so, ugh! I can't even speak!" Growling in frustration, Hermione stood from her bed and walked over to her dresser. Starting to pull out her outfit for the day she could tell Ginny was about to interrogate her further.
"That good eh? Blimey, I wish I knew what it'd be like to kiss Malfoy. Even if he is a smelling ferret." she giggled.
"You've got Harry Potter, Gin. Really you can't do any better than that. Not that I'm saying you should date Harry just for his title now, I'm just saying." Pulling out a pair of dark blue skinny jeans and a brown long sleeve shirt, Hermione blushed. "Um, Gin?"
"Oh, right. Sorry. Forgot." Turning around and facing the other wall, Ginny sighed. "You know, you really must get over that."
"Well, I can't okay? Some of us are uncomfortable about our body. And unlike you, I don't have perfect shapes and circumference and all that." She explained. She couldn't help that her hips were broad or that her legs were thicker than others. Heredity. It really sucked sometimes. Pushing her arms threw the last sleeve, Hermione buttoned the small buttons up to the top. Fixing her collar and cuffs, she looked at her self in the mirror. 'Just another brown eyed brown haired girl. That's all.' She told herself. "Okay, I'm decent."
"Really 'Mione. I don't know what your so, prude about. You're one, if not the prettiest girls in all of Hogwarts." Coaxed her friend.
"That's not true Gin. I'd give anything to have eyes like yours. Green. They just stand out, much more interesting than boring brown." Said Hermione in a defeated voice.
"How many times must I tell you. Your eyes are not brown. Their hazel. Blimey." Looking at her best friend of seven years, she looked at her in disgust. "What in Merlin's left testicle are you wearing?" Walking around her blushing friend, she shook her head. "No, no this won't do at all. Really 'Mione, how are you going to get Malfoy looking like a giant turd?"
"Who said I wanted Malfoy's pants?" Asked Hermione.
"Not me. You did." Ginny smiled in her all knowing smile. Hook. Line. Sinker. Hermione liked Malfoy whether she knew it or not. "That's it, I'm dressing you today!" Grabbing the closest hand, Ginny pulled Hermione out of her room and into the common room. "You need to dress your age! Not like a thirty year old women who's had two kids."
"But Ginny! Its practical! And really, I can't pull off outfits like you!" exclaimed Hermione.
"Yes, no one could pull off outfits faster than She-Weasel. She's had practice with Potty and all of her brothers." Stopping at the sound of a voice that was not there own, the girls turned to see Draco, sitting in his chair reading another book. "Where are you lot off to?"
"Wouldn't you like to know ferret?" Hissed Hermione.
"Tsk Tsk Tsk. Did you not learn anything from last night my lovely Gryffindor?" Standing from the arm chair, he slowing walked over to Hermione and Ginny with a smirk plastered on his face. Stopping next Hermione, he breathed into her ear. "Wouldn't want a repeat of last night now would we, love?"
"Get stuffed Malfoy." Hermione said through her teeth. "Ginny and I want to start the day off without the smell of a wet ferret bouncing around. Don't you have little boys that need to do some fagging with?"
"That's quiet a tongue you have HERMIONE. I bet it could be put to better uses than biting off my ears."
"Sorry, I don't speak ferret, MALFOY." Turning away from the ruddy git before she did some serious hexing, she felt a pull on her arm. 'What is with people pulling me around today?!' Being tugged into the other directions from where her and Ginny were going, she was pulled face to face with Draco. Looking up surprised, she saw lust glittering in his eyes. Having no reaction time, her lips were slammed into by Draco's as he held her face and neck in his hand. Shocked, she did not move until he bit her lower lip, demanding entrance. Gasping at his boldness, she complied unknowingly, and his warm tongue invaded her mouth. For about a few more seconds, they dueled.
Pulling away, Draco smirked and said, "I knew that tongue could be used from better things." Stepping back, Draco turned, picked up his book and left. Standing there, breathless again, Hermione was glued to the spot.
"That was so fucking hot."
"Well, horses for courses I suppose." Hermione stated, coming out of her stupor.
"I think I need to go find Harry now." Ginny giggled as she watched her friend blush. "What are you going to do about him? Because, if you won't, I sure as hell will."
"He's mine."
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Oh hot damn! Yeah, I love leaving you guys hanging. This one was like, Mexican salsa spicy.
Anyway. Let me know if I'm making theses too short or what not. I'd love to hear more from ya'll! Below are some of the words I used in the fic and what they mean. I absolutely love British slang, and since they are teenagers, I thought it would be all the more appropriate. I got them off the internet from a site called.....The Best of the British. Go figure. Well that's all for today folks! See ya next time!
Horses for courses - This is a common saying that means each to his own. What suits one person might be horrible for someone else. If my Dad was trying to understand why my brother had wanted to get his ear pierced he might say "Oh well, it's horses for courses I suppose"!
Fagging - Fagging is the practice of making new boys at boarding schools into slaves for the older boys. If you are fagging for an older boy you might find yourself running his bath, cleaning his shoes or performing more undesirable tasks.
For those who want to know what my Blaise Zabini looks like, here he is. WARNING-HE'S NOT WEARING PANTS. JUST A TOWEL. VIEW AT OWN RISK ;) :
http://images.google.com/url?source=imgres&ct=tbn&q=http://bp1.blogger.com/_X_d6JjJ00I4/SBDHlmtJwfI/AAAAAAAAM7w/Z6fTDKf44pY/s400/sexy%252Bblack%252Bguy.jpg&usg=AFQjCNF4grvR0dT3-nKcehqfJzv7kzANOw
Hermione's Night gown:
http://images.google.com/url?source=imgres&ct=tbn&q=http://images-cdn01.associatedcontent.com/image/A1270/127067/300_127067.jpg&usg=AFQjCNFiX4KXq9g9GLE11R4J_2N3NWLOzw
Ginny's Night gown:
http://images.google.com/url?source=imgres&ct=tbn&q=http://www.silkselling.com/images/08.jpg&usg=AFQjCNECuA8dG-o3RcysAAUJpM1d8Bg3cg
Looks like the Power Puff Girls but what are ya gonna do?
So here's the next chapter called Lion Pride. To SarahWhitman, I'll try my best to keep up with the pictures of outfits. I got that idea from margaritama who wrote Her Shoes (which if you haven't read it yet you don't know what your missing.) She definitely got me hooked on all the shoes, omg. Well, READ & REVIEW. Enjoy!
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Chapter 14- Lion Pride
"He what?!" squealed Ginny as she stood frozen to the spot on the floor. She had ran up to the Head Common Room as soon as she received Hermione's emergency owl that early this morning. Not bothering to grab a rob before running down the cold stone floors of Hogwarts, Ginny sprinted up to Hermione's room in a light lavender night gown. Still, some what flabbergasted about what her best friend just told her, she ignored the chill that nipped at her exposed skin. There were more important things than freezing your ass off when you were snogged by a Malfoy.
"He, he kissed me." Hermione sighed. She couldn't figure out in her own head if she was disgusted, or turned on. Draco made her feel so many things at once that it made her head spin. Lying back down on her bed, she stretched her arms over her head and rested them underneath, pulling up her simple white gown up just a few more inched above her knee. After the kiss, he looked into her eyes, a smirk plastered on that arrogant face of his, and strolled back over to his room. Leaving her breathless and frustrated. Damn Slytherin.
"Did you like it? What was it like?" the red-head pressed.
"Huh? Oh, it was well, it was something alright." blushed Hermione. Really, what was she thinking asking Ginny to help her figure this all out. She'd ask more questions than an American talk show host asking why your such a failure at life. Sometimes, shit just happens. "He was so, ugh! I can't even speak!" Growling in frustration, Hermione stood from her bed and walked over to her dresser. Starting to pull out her outfit for the day she could tell Ginny was about to interrogate her further.
"That good eh? Blimey, I wish I knew what it'd be like to kiss Malfoy. Even if he is a smelling ferret." she giggled.
"You've got Harry Potter, Gin. Really you can't do any better than that. Not that I'm saying you should date Harry just for his title now, I'm just saying." Pulling out a pair of dark blue skinny jeans and a brown long sleeve shirt, Hermione blushed. "Um, Gin?"
"Oh, right. Sorry. Forgot." Turning around and facing the other wall, Ginny sighed. "You know, you really must get over that."
"Well, I can't okay? Some of us are uncomfortable about our body. And unlike you, I don't have perfect shapes and circumference and all that." She explained. She couldn't help that her hips were broad or that her legs were thicker than others. Heredity. It really sucked sometimes. Pushing her arms threw the last sleeve, Hermione buttoned the small buttons up to the top. Fixing her collar and cuffs, she looked at her self in the mirror. 'Just another brown eyed brown haired girl. That's all.' She told herself. "Okay, I'm decent."
"Really 'Mione. I don't know what your so, prude about. You're one, if not the prettiest girls in all of Hogwarts." Coaxed her friend.
"That's not true Gin. I'd give anything to have eyes like yours. Green. They just stand out, much more interesting than boring brown." Said Hermione in a defeated voice.
"How many times must I tell you. Your eyes are not brown. Their hazel. Blimey." Looking at her best friend of seven years, she looked at her in disgust. "What in Merlin's left testicle are you wearing?" Walking around her blushing friend, she shook her head. "No, no this won't do at all. Really 'Mione, how are you going to get Malfoy looking like a giant turd?"
"Who said I wanted Malfoy's pants?" Asked Hermione.
"Not me. You did." Ginny smiled in her all knowing smile. Hook. Line. Sinker. Hermione liked Malfoy whether she knew it or not. "That's it, I'm dressing you today!" Grabbing the closest hand, Ginny pulled Hermione out of her room and into the common room. "You need to dress your age! Not like a thirty year old women who's had two kids."
"But Ginny! Its practical! And really, I can't pull off outfits like you!" exclaimed Hermione.
"Yes, no one could pull off outfits faster than She-Weasel. She's had practice with Potty and all of her brothers." Stopping at the sound of a voice that was not there own, the girls turned to see Draco, sitting in his chair reading another book. "Where are you lot off to?"
"Wouldn't you like to know ferret?" Hissed Hermione.
"Tsk Tsk Tsk. Did you not learn anything from last night my lovely Gryffindor?" Standing from the arm chair, he slowing walked over to Hermione and Ginny with a smirk plastered on his face. Stopping next Hermione, he breathed into her ear. "Wouldn't want a repeat of last night now would we, love?"
"Get stuffed Malfoy." Hermione said through her teeth. "Ginny and I want to start the day off without the smell of a wet ferret bouncing around. Don't you have little boys that need to do some fagging with?"
"That's quiet a tongue you have HERMIONE. I bet it could be put to better uses than biting off my ears."
"Sorry, I don't speak ferret, MALFOY." Turning away from the ruddy git before she did some serious hexing, she felt a pull on her arm. 'What is with people pulling me around today?!' Being tugged into the other directions from where her and Ginny were going, she was pulled face to face with Draco. Looking up surprised, she saw lust glittering in his eyes. Having no reaction time, her lips were slammed into by Draco's as he held her face and neck in his hand. Shocked, she did not move until he bit her lower lip, demanding entrance. Gasping at his boldness, she complied unknowingly, and his warm tongue invaded her mouth. For about a few more seconds, they dueled.
Pulling away, Draco smirked and said, "I knew that tongue could be used from better things." Stepping back, Draco turned, picked up his book and left. Standing there, breathless again, Hermione was glued to the spot.
"That was so fucking hot."
"Well, horses for courses I suppose." Hermione stated, coming out of her stupor.
"I think I need to go find Harry now." Ginny giggled as she watched her friend blush. "What are you going to do about him? Because, if you won't, I sure as hell will."
"He's mine."
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Oh hot damn! Yeah, I love leaving you guys hanging. This one was like, Mexican salsa spicy.
Anyway. Let me know if I'm making theses too short or what not. I'd love to hear more from ya'll! Below are some of the words I used in the fic and what they mean. I absolutely love British slang, and since they are teenagers, I thought it would be all the more appropriate. I got them off the internet from a site called.....The Best of the British. Go figure. Well that's all for today folks! See ya next time!
Horses for courses - This is a common saying that means each to his own. What suits one person might be horrible for someone else. If my Dad was trying to understand why my brother had wanted to get his ear pierced he might say "Oh well, it's horses for courses I suppose"!
Fagging - Fagging is the practice of making new boys at boarding schools into slaves for the older boys. If you are fagging for an older boy you might find yourself running his bath, cleaning his shoes or performing more undesirable tasks.
For those who want to know what my Blaise Zabini looks like, here he is. WARNING-HE'S NOT WEARING PANTS. JUST A TOWEL. VIEW AT OWN RISK ;) :
http://images.google.com/url?source=imgres&ct=tbn&q=http://bp1.blogger.com/_X_d6JjJ00I4/SBDHlmtJwfI/AAAAAAAAM7w/Z6fTDKf44pY/s400/sexy%252Bblack%252Bguy.jpg&usg=AFQjCNF4grvR0dT3-nKcehqfJzv7kzANOw
Hermione's Night gown:
http://images.google.com/url?source=imgres&ct=tbn&q=http://images-cdn01.associatedcontent.com/image/A1270/127067/300_127067.jpg&usg=AFQjCNFiX4KXq9g9GLE11R4J_2N3NWLOzw
Ginny's Night gown:
http://images.google.com/url?source=imgres&ct=tbn&q=http://www.silkselling.com/images/08.jpg&usg=AFQjCNECuA8dG-o3RcysAAUJpM1d8Bg3cg