Gryphon's Wings and Crocodile Tears
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
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Adult +
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21
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23,671
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55
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Touching
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Chapter 2-Touching
Harry closed his books and puffed up his chest before he began making his way to the chair next to Hermione’s, beside the fireplace. He laid a hand delicately on her shoulder and waited for her to glance up at him. Hermione was clearly very deep in thought, because it seemed to take a full minute for her to realize that Harry was standing over her calling her name. “Hermione? Hermione?”
“Oh, hi Harry,” she said in a falsely bright tone of voice that did not fool Harry in the slightest.
“Come off of it, you don’t really think that you can fool me with that voice, did you? It’s all right to feel bad; honestly I’d be more worried if you didn’t. If there is one person in the world that has an idea of how much you love Ron, its me.”
Hermione smiled weakly and insisted that he take a seat, rather than standing over her like some kind of troll. He obliged her and took the seat closest to her. She sat staring, not out the window, but at the flames as they leapt and played in the grate just a few feet from her. After a moment of silence it was Hermione who broke the silence, much to Harry’s surprise. “I have to try and convince myself that nothing is wrong. It-it feels like if I start crying, that I’ll never be able to stop.” She couldn’t meet Harry’s gaze as she made this confession.
“I know,” Harry said, startling Hermione into eye contact with the raven-haired young wizard. She had not been expecting this as the answer that she’d get from him.
“How did you know that?”
“I’ve been one of your best friends for, what, like-six years now. There is not a lot that can escape me where my best mate is concerned.” He had made this statement so matter-of-factly that Hermione actually let out a laugh, small and strained, though it was. This actually made sense. She had been after the two of them to try and improve their memories for years. And to try to find the simple patterns which she saw so easily in her everyday life. It was touching to know that at least one of them really had been listening to her.
Not that it was shocking to see that it was Harry who had been the one to listen. If she could have put money on only one of them paying attention, there was no way that she’d have picked Ronald. Even loving him, as she did, she knew that there was no way to get around the fact that he was the laziest person she’d ever met. That was always something that had worried Hermione, that was fine when he was at school, but she couldn’t be with someone that…irresponsible in a long-term relationship. To this day it was the only thing about Ron that rubbed her the wrong way.
Harry gave Hermione a silly grin that was, in her opinion, one of the most endearing things that the young wizard was capable of, and he spread his arms wide as a suggestion that she should make her way to his lap. She rose slowly from her chair and practically fell into his lap, as her ginger cat, Crookshanks took the opportunity to seize the warm chair she’d just left. She turned to glare at the ball of red-orange fur, which by this time lay trying to pretend to be sleeping innocently.
Harry could feel his body responding to Hermione’s touch, as it never had before. Just the way she twirled her fingers around a few strands of his hair, as she had always done, suddenly excited him beyond measure. Harry shook his head at the cat and swore for a moment that he had seen the ginger head raise up and a yellow eye wink at him before returning to his faux sleep.
Hermione was a bit disturbed to realize that she was feeling very oddly about Harry. She curled up in his lap, deliberately averting her face from his, to cover the fact that her face was blushing a rather brilliant scarlet. How long had she been denying her attraction to her friend out of loyalty the one she loved? And now after all this, would she finally have the opportunity to act on her feelings? More importantly, did he have the same kind of reaction to her? It seemed that there were simply too many questions, an incredibly uncommon situation for Hermione Granger to find herself in.
Fortunately for her, Harry seemed much more in the mood to calm her than to woo her, for the moment anyway. So at least there were no more immediate worries added to her already taxed psyche.
Harry decided that her wounds were still a bit too fresh to try any epicurean advances just yet. So he simply held her closer, determined to do what no one else could, comfort Hermione.
Draco smirked as he pulled his robes on over his head and blew a kiss, more of disgust than actual affection, to the girl who still lay tangled in the sheets of his four-post bed. “You have five minutes to get out of my sight,” he drawled in his trademark tone.
“Oh, Draco,” she giggled in a way which seemed to be sweet enough to give him a cavity, “you are such a joker..”
“I am NOT joking. Get out of my room.” His eyes flashed a cold steely blue whenever his temper was roused, they looked sharp enough to cut diamonds, and so she had wisely chosen to toy with him no more. She pulled her robes over her head with lightning speed and was gone before Draco could count to ten.
‘Uggh, I would think that a girl from Ravenclaw would be smarter than to pull that kind of needy crap on me. Did she really think that I am the type of guy who would ever be with just one girl? How fucking delusional can you get?’ Draco was never satisfied with having any one girl at a time, so he taken to sleeping with many partners at a time.
He made no secret of this either, and it seemed that this was the way to score with the finest pieces of ass that Hogwarts afforded. Of course, it didn’t exactly bother him to when fights broke out among the girls he was screwing, in fact he rather enjoyed it. It felt good to be treated like the Prince that he felt he was. Not every man was worth fighting over, but Draco Malfoy was no ordinary young man.
Draco leaned back on the tattered remains of the bedding atop his mattress and thought for a few moments before producing a quill and a piece of parchment from the table beside his desk. He had long ago lost the ability to keep track of his sexual exploits and had, at the suggestion of one of his cronies, begun to keep a journal and a schedule of his numerous partners. He put the quill to the paper and wrote in his immaculate script:
Daisy MacFarlane, Ravenclaw, Pureblood January 21, 1996
A dirty girl who seems willing to do anything sexual. Not a bad lay, but no real talent. Perfect breasts. Big ass. Pretty face. Can’t give a blowjob to save her bloody life. Annoyingly whiny voice. C+
Draco rolled up the parchment and put it back into the secret compartment in the table, from whence it came. As he had finished his homework early he decided to turn in early. After all, one so gorgeous as he was would not do well to turn down the opportunity for some beauty sleep when it presented itself.
Chapter 2-Touching
Harry closed his books and puffed up his chest before he began making his way to the chair next to Hermione’s, beside the fireplace. He laid a hand delicately on her shoulder and waited for her to glance up at him. Hermione was clearly very deep in thought, because it seemed to take a full minute for her to realize that Harry was standing over her calling her name. “Hermione? Hermione?”
“Oh, hi Harry,” she said in a falsely bright tone of voice that did not fool Harry in the slightest.
“Come off of it, you don’t really think that you can fool me with that voice, did you? It’s all right to feel bad; honestly I’d be more worried if you didn’t. If there is one person in the world that has an idea of how much you love Ron, its me.”
Hermione smiled weakly and insisted that he take a seat, rather than standing over her like some kind of troll. He obliged her and took the seat closest to her. She sat staring, not out the window, but at the flames as they leapt and played in the grate just a few feet from her. After a moment of silence it was Hermione who broke the silence, much to Harry’s surprise. “I have to try and convince myself that nothing is wrong. It-it feels like if I start crying, that I’ll never be able to stop.” She couldn’t meet Harry’s gaze as she made this confession.
“I know,” Harry said, startling Hermione into eye contact with the raven-haired young wizard. She had not been expecting this as the answer that she’d get from him.
“How did you know that?”
“I’ve been one of your best friends for, what, like-six years now. There is not a lot that can escape me where my best mate is concerned.” He had made this statement so matter-of-factly that Hermione actually let out a laugh, small and strained, though it was. This actually made sense. She had been after the two of them to try and improve their memories for years. And to try to find the simple patterns which she saw so easily in her everyday life. It was touching to know that at least one of them really had been listening to her.
Not that it was shocking to see that it was Harry who had been the one to listen. If she could have put money on only one of them paying attention, there was no way that she’d have picked Ronald. Even loving him, as she did, she knew that there was no way to get around the fact that he was the laziest person she’d ever met. That was always something that had worried Hermione, that was fine when he was at school, but she couldn’t be with someone that…irresponsible in a long-term relationship. To this day it was the only thing about Ron that rubbed her the wrong way.
Harry gave Hermione a silly grin that was, in her opinion, one of the most endearing things that the young wizard was capable of, and he spread his arms wide as a suggestion that she should make her way to his lap. She rose slowly from her chair and practically fell into his lap, as her ginger cat, Crookshanks took the opportunity to seize the warm chair she’d just left. She turned to glare at the ball of red-orange fur, which by this time lay trying to pretend to be sleeping innocently.
Harry could feel his body responding to Hermione’s touch, as it never had before. Just the way she twirled her fingers around a few strands of his hair, as she had always done, suddenly excited him beyond measure. Harry shook his head at the cat and swore for a moment that he had seen the ginger head raise up and a yellow eye wink at him before returning to his faux sleep.
Hermione was a bit disturbed to realize that she was feeling very oddly about Harry. She curled up in his lap, deliberately averting her face from his, to cover the fact that her face was blushing a rather brilliant scarlet. How long had she been denying her attraction to her friend out of loyalty the one she loved? And now after all this, would she finally have the opportunity to act on her feelings? More importantly, did he have the same kind of reaction to her? It seemed that there were simply too many questions, an incredibly uncommon situation for Hermione Granger to find herself in.
Fortunately for her, Harry seemed much more in the mood to calm her than to woo her, for the moment anyway. So at least there were no more immediate worries added to her already taxed psyche.
Harry decided that her wounds were still a bit too fresh to try any epicurean advances just yet. So he simply held her closer, determined to do what no one else could, comfort Hermione.
Draco smirked as he pulled his robes on over his head and blew a kiss, more of disgust than actual affection, to the girl who still lay tangled in the sheets of his four-post bed. “You have five minutes to get out of my sight,” he drawled in his trademark tone.
“Oh, Draco,” she giggled in a way which seemed to be sweet enough to give him a cavity, “you are such a joker..”
“I am NOT joking. Get out of my room.” His eyes flashed a cold steely blue whenever his temper was roused, they looked sharp enough to cut diamonds, and so she had wisely chosen to toy with him no more. She pulled her robes over her head with lightning speed and was gone before Draco could count to ten.
‘Uggh, I would think that a girl from Ravenclaw would be smarter than to pull that kind of needy crap on me. Did she really think that I am the type of guy who would ever be with just one girl? How fucking delusional can you get?’ Draco was never satisfied with having any one girl at a time, so he taken to sleeping with many partners at a time.
He made no secret of this either, and it seemed that this was the way to score with the finest pieces of ass that Hogwarts afforded. Of course, it didn’t exactly bother him to when fights broke out among the girls he was screwing, in fact he rather enjoyed it. It felt good to be treated like the Prince that he felt he was. Not every man was worth fighting over, but Draco Malfoy was no ordinary young man.
Draco leaned back on the tattered remains of the bedding atop his mattress and thought for a few moments before producing a quill and a piece of parchment from the table beside his desk. He had long ago lost the ability to keep track of his sexual exploits and had, at the suggestion of one of his cronies, begun to keep a journal and a schedule of his numerous partners. He put the quill to the paper and wrote in his immaculate script:
Daisy MacFarlane, Ravenclaw, Pureblood January 21, 1996
A dirty girl who seems willing to do anything sexual. Not a bad lay, but no real talent. Perfect breasts. Big ass. Pretty face. Can’t give a blowjob to save her bloody life. Annoyingly whiny voice. C+
Draco rolled up the parchment and put it back into the secret compartment in the table, from whence it came. As he had finished his homework early he decided to turn in early. After all, one so gorgeous as he was would not do well to turn down the opportunity for some beauty sleep when it presented itself.