The Thought Of It All
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Adult ++
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2 more chapters, excluding this one till chapter 20- that means some snogging or something else. I haven't decided
Clutching himself, he got up and winced when his private parts rubbed against his pants in the wrong way. That stupid girl. Lord, he wished he could swear out loud. Well, since he still was in the Room of Requirement, he did just that.
It wasn't his fault she had followed him here, and it wasn't his fault that she teased him, he could only take so much when her hands were moving over him like that. Kissing her only seemed like the right thing to do, even though he still hated her.
And he probably always would. But who wouldn't? She was a Mudblood and a know-it-all. He could have taken her, and that would be fine, because then he would move on like nothing happened.
But she had to knee him down there. And it hurt more because he was really hard. Really excruciating hard. To the point where he would have shagged her right then and there, up against the wall.
Then he thought, what the hell was wrong with him? He had wanted to shag her, he still did. And he knew he would. Eventually, she'd tease him again and he'd take what he wanted.
Turning, Draco saw the line of junk that led to the Vanishing closet. He needed to work on it, Christmas break was coming and he needed to go home and tell the Dark Lord that he was making some progress.
Any progress. But so far it had been utterly hopeless.
They were going to kill him and his parents. He couldn't let that happen. He was going to fix it one way or another, he just needed help. The help of someone really smart, of someone really knowledgeable.
...
Granger! The answer to all his questions. No! It was ridiculous. And yet..
She would help him, hopefully. If he could get her to believe that he was really sorry, and that he was under the Imperius curse. Maybe she would believe him if he lied just a little.
Yet, it was Granger. It would take forever for him to get in her good graces. But he still had a little time. He'd do it. He didn't have the skill to fix the damned closet himself, that much was clear.
Draco would talk to her tomorrow, and try and be nice. Although the Mudblood was pushing it. Hitting him there.. And he wouldn't let her body tempt him yet.
He snuck back down towards the dungeons, dismissing Crabbe and Goyle and demanding them to return to the dungeons aswell.
'Okay, Draco,' they said in unison. Shuffling was heard and then silence.
A couple minutes later, he finally closed his eyes for the night.
He grimaced when he sat down to breakfast the next day. Apparently his private parts still really hurt, and not even ice helped or a cooling spell that he had learned in that book he stole from the Restricted Section.
Nothing. It felt like they were on fire. Granger had done something, but when did she never. He shifted, trying to find a position that wouldn't send his jewels into a throb.
Draco glared at Granger, who was sitting at the table in front of him. She was facing him, and completely ignoring the look he sent her. Too busy chatting with Scar Head and the Weasel.
She had a smile on her face, a huge brilliant smile that took up most of her face. He knew why. She was proud of herself for besting a Malfoy.
Sensing someone was looking at her, she set eyes on him. The mocking smile she sent his way was his undoing. He stood up and marched over to her, her eyes went wide and her mouth fell open.
'Granger, I need to talk to you,' he didn't bother waiting for a reply. He grabbed her wrist and hauled her out of her seat.
'Let her go, Malfoy!' Potthead and Weasel said, with their wands drawn.
'Piss off, gay little boys. I need to talk to Granger now,' Draco sneered, pulling Granger with him.
'It's okay. I'll be fine,' Granger said with a smile, noticing they didn't look appeased, she added,' Come on, it's Malfoy. I think I'll survive.'
Draco looked murderous. They made it out of the Great Hall, and through the entrance door that led to the Courtyard.
'What do you want, Malfoy?' she hissed out.
'Your help,' he asked. He smiled when he turned around to look at her face.
Now who looked like a fish.
A/N: The next chapter will be much longer. Don't worry. I hope you guys liked it...
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Clutching himself, he got up and winced when his private parts rubbed against his pants in the wrong way. That stupid girl. Lord, he wished he could swear out loud. Well, since he still was in the Room of Requirement, he did just that.
It wasn't his fault she had followed him here, and it wasn't his fault that she teased him, he could only take so much when her hands were moving over him like that. Kissing her only seemed like the right thing to do, even though he still hated her.
And he probably always would. But who wouldn't? She was a Mudblood and a know-it-all. He could have taken her, and that would be fine, because then he would move on like nothing happened.
But she had to knee him down there. And it hurt more because he was really hard. Really excruciating hard. To the point where he would have shagged her right then and there, up against the wall.
Then he thought, what the hell was wrong with him? He had wanted to shag her, he still did. And he knew he would. Eventually, she'd tease him again and he'd take what he wanted.
Turning, Draco saw the line of junk that led to the Vanishing closet. He needed to work on it, Christmas break was coming and he needed to go home and tell the Dark Lord that he was making some progress.
Any progress. But so far it had been utterly hopeless.
They were going to kill him and his parents. He couldn't let that happen. He was going to fix it one way or another, he just needed help. The help of someone really smart, of someone really knowledgeable.
...
Granger! The answer to all his questions. No! It was ridiculous. And yet..
She would help him, hopefully. If he could get her to believe that he was really sorry, and that he was under the Imperius curse. Maybe she would believe him if he lied just a little.
Yet, it was Granger. It would take forever for him to get in her good graces. But he still had a little time. He'd do it. He didn't have the skill to fix the damned closet himself, that much was clear.
Draco would talk to her tomorrow, and try and be nice. Although the Mudblood was pushing it. Hitting him there.. And he wouldn't let her body tempt him yet.
He snuck back down towards the dungeons, dismissing Crabbe and Goyle and demanding them to return to the dungeons aswell.
'Okay, Draco,' they said in unison. Shuffling was heard and then silence.
A couple minutes later, he finally closed his eyes for the night.
He grimaced when he sat down to breakfast the next day. Apparently his private parts still really hurt, and not even ice helped or a cooling spell that he had learned in that book he stole from the Restricted Section.
Nothing. It felt like they were on fire. Granger had done something, but when did she never. He shifted, trying to find a position that wouldn't send his jewels into a throb.
Draco glared at Granger, who was sitting at the table in front of him. She was facing him, and completely ignoring the look he sent her. Too busy chatting with Scar Head and the Weasel.
She had a smile on her face, a huge brilliant smile that took up most of her face. He knew why. She was proud of herself for besting a Malfoy.
Sensing someone was looking at her, she set eyes on him. The mocking smile she sent his way was his undoing. He stood up and marched over to her, her eyes went wide and her mouth fell open.
'Granger, I need to talk to you,' he didn't bother waiting for a reply. He grabbed her wrist and hauled her out of her seat.
'Let her go, Malfoy!' Potthead and Weasel said, with their wands drawn.
'Piss off, gay little boys. I need to talk to Granger now,' Draco sneered, pulling Granger with him.
'It's okay. I'll be fine,' Granger said with a smile, noticing they didn't look appeased, she added,' Come on, it's Malfoy. I think I'll survive.'
Draco looked murderous. They made it out of the Great Hall, and through the entrance door that led to the Courtyard.
'What do you want, Malfoy?' she hissed out.
'Your help,' he asked. He smiled when he turned around to look at her face.
Now who looked like a fish.
A/N: The next chapter will be much longer. Don't worry. I hope you guys liked it...
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