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A Simple Twist of Fate
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
7,651
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Chapter 2
With a grumble, Draco slid his legs over the side of his bed, hissing at the sharp cold of the stones beneath his bare feet. Shaking his head, he tried to recall the foggy wisps of the dream he’d been having… Something about the Quidditch match the day before, he knew that much. Who
-wouldn’t- relive that amazing victory over and over if he could?
But there was something else; some other image spinning through his mind, though he couldn’t figure out what it was. With a mental shrug, he pushed the last vestiges of the dream to the back of his mind, and quietly padded his way out of the dormitory he shared with Blaise Zabini, toward the prefect’s bathroom.
Slipping the silk green robe from his well-toned shoulders, the blond chose several plush towels from the pile left by the house elves, and set them next to the edge of the pool-sized tub.
He glanced briefly at the portrait of the mermaid on the bathroom wall, but snorted with disgust when he saw her seashell covered breast raising and falling in a slow and steady rhythm. He wouldn’t have minded her flirtatious mutterings this morning, and it certainly didn’t hurt his reputation when she gossiped about him to the female prefects!
With a shrug, he slipped into the steaming, pearlescent bubble mixture, sighing with pleasure at the feeling of the thick liquid sliding gently against his already half hard erection, enjoying the play of dense, creamy bubbles, massaging muscles still tense with the strain of yesterday’s game.
With a soft grunt, he trailed his fingers down his immaculate, hairless chest, tugging gently at a be-ringed nipple before his fingers walked their way down his abdomen. Running a fingertip over the tip of his cock, he sighed once more before taking himself firmly in hand. A fleeting image of bushy golden brown hair flitted over the backs of his closed eyelids, and as his hand pumped firmly over his thick, veined shaft, he began once more to dream.
-A glimpse of golden brown hair, the tantalizing pink of kiss-bruised lips, honey eyes blinking up at him from behind thick-lashed, bespectacled eyes.-
Draco’s hips began to slide back and forth through the syrupy mixture, soft moans escaping his slightly parted lips. Groaning Hermione’s name, he shuddered as the thick, stringy ropes of his come escaped to float in the now lukewarm water. Hearing a startled gasp, his eyes popped open to see a translucent form below the surface, hovering over his cock.
“Merlin’s balls, what the fuck are you doing, Myrtal!”
With a disgusted shudder as she chased his come through the water with her tongue, he climbed out of the tub. Draco tucked a towel around his waist, and glanced up at the portrait of the Mermaid. Instead of delicate snores, she was staring at him, wide eyed, her hands over her mouth.
“Immobilus!” With a flick of his fingers, he froze her painting as he quickly went over what had happened since he entered the prefect’s bathroom.
Looking down into the pool where Myrtal was still playing catch with his come in the water, he slowly blinked, recalling the vivid daydream of bright hair, wide eyes, and the pink lips of… “Oh shit…”
Whirling to face the mermaid’s painting, Draco placed both hands upon either side of her intricately carved frame. The tip of his slightly turned up nose nearly touching the painted canvas; he looked into the fish girl’s wide, frozen eyes.
“If you tell a single soul one word of what you saw here today, I will personally see to it that your painting is dipped in everwater, and then placed in a box of Dragon’s Breath fire from now until the end of time. You will spend eternity having the paint scorched off your picture, and melted back on with the boiling everwater, if you disobey me in this.”
He took a shallow breath, backing away from the frame of the painting. “I can’t imagine the agony it would be, to have your skin burned off and melted back on for all eternity….” Looking at his nails a moment, and then back to the mermaid, he flicked his fingers once more, releasing her. Will you tell anyone about this?
Shaking her head frantically, the mer girl’s eyes wide in her face, she waited for his nod. “Good. Go. Remember, if you tell anyone, I will know…” She nodded, and splashed into the water, wanting to get as far away from the blond Slytherin as possible.
With a sigh, Draco turned once more to the bathtub, and this time used his immobilizing charm on the ghost still playing in the water. Walking over to the chain on the opposite side of the pool-like tub, he opened the drain spout, waving his fingers at the frozen ghost as she was sucked down through the pipes to the lake, where she’d lay until his magic unfroze her.
Tossing the used towel to the floor, he picked up his silk robe, and slipped back through the still empty corridors to his shared dormitory room, rolling his eyes at the sleeping form of Blaise, sprawled spread eagle over Draco’s half of the bed.
Sighing, he pulled on black slacks and an emerald sweatshirt, and made his way back through the common room to the dungeons and from there to the Great Hall, his stomach rumbling all the way. Though whether that was from hunger, or the nervous revelation of his dreams since falling into the Granger girl’s lap the other day, he wasn’t sure.
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5.10.05 - And there\'s chapter two. A little solo and some wandless magic from Draco. Myrtles a little kinky, eh, chasing jizz around in the water! Yumm, tastes like chicken! Anyway, I will get to work on ch3 at work tomorrow, and hopefully have it up in the next couple days. Until then, reviews are appreciated, and hope you enjoyed!
Chapter 2
With a grumble, Draco slid his legs over the side of his bed, hissing at the sharp cold of the stones beneath his bare feet. Shaking his head, he tried to recall the foggy wisps of the dream he’d been having… Something about the Quidditch match the day before, he knew that much. Who
-wouldn’t- relive that amazing victory over and over if he could?
But there was something else; some other image spinning through his mind, though he couldn’t figure out what it was. With a mental shrug, he pushed the last vestiges of the dream to the back of his mind, and quietly padded his way out of the dormitory he shared with Blaise Zabini, toward the prefect’s bathroom.
Slipping the silk green robe from his well-toned shoulders, the blond chose several plush towels from the pile left by the house elves, and set them next to the edge of the pool-sized tub.
He glanced briefly at the portrait of the mermaid on the bathroom wall, but snorted with disgust when he saw her seashell covered breast raising and falling in a slow and steady rhythm. He wouldn’t have minded her flirtatious mutterings this morning, and it certainly didn’t hurt his reputation when she gossiped about him to the female prefects!
With a shrug, he slipped into the steaming, pearlescent bubble mixture, sighing with pleasure at the feeling of the thick liquid sliding gently against his already half hard erection, enjoying the play of dense, creamy bubbles, massaging muscles still tense with the strain of yesterday’s game.
With a soft grunt, he trailed his fingers down his immaculate, hairless chest, tugging gently at a be-ringed nipple before his fingers walked their way down his abdomen. Running a fingertip over the tip of his cock, he sighed once more before taking himself firmly in hand. A fleeting image of bushy golden brown hair flitted over the backs of his closed eyelids, and as his hand pumped firmly over his thick, veined shaft, he began once more to dream.
-A glimpse of golden brown hair, the tantalizing pink of kiss-bruised lips, honey eyes blinking up at him from behind thick-lashed, bespectacled eyes.-
Draco’s hips began to slide back and forth through the syrupy mixture, soft moans escaping his slightly parted lips. Groaning Hermione’s name, he shuddered as the thick, stringy ropes of his come escaped to float in the now lukewarm water. Hearing a startled gasp, his eyes popped open to see a translucent form below the surface, hovering over his cock.
“Merlin’s balls, what the fuck are you doing, Myrtal!”
With a disgusted shudder as she chased his come through the water with her tongue, he climbed out of the tub. Draco tucked a towel around his waist, and glanced up at the portrait of the Mermaid. Instead of delicate snores, she was staring at him, wide eyed, her hands over her mouth.
“Immobilus!” With a flick of his fingers, he froze her painting as he quickly went over what had happened since he entered the prefect’s bathroom.
Looking down into the pool where Myrtal was still playing catch with his come in the water, he slowly blinked, recalling the vivid daydream of bright hair, wide eyes, and the pink lips of… “Oh shit…”
Whirling to face the mermaid’s painting, Draco placed both hands upon either side of her intricately carved frame. The tip of his slightly turned up nose nearly touching the painted canvas; he looked into the fish girl’s wide, frozen eyes.
“If you tell a single soul one word of what you saw here today, I will personally see to it that your painting is dipped in everwater, and then placed in a box of Dragon’s Breath fire from now until the end of time. You will spend eternity having the paint scorched off your picture, and melted back on with the boiling everwater, if you disobey me in this.”
He took a shallow breath, backing away from the frame of the painting. “I can’t imagine the agony it would be, to have your skin burned off and melted back on for all eternity….” Looking at his nails a moment, and then back to the mermaid, he flicked his fingers once more, releasing her. Will you tell anyone about this?
Shaking her head frantically, the mer girl’s eyes wide in her face, she waited for his nod. “Good. Go. Remember, if you tell anyone, I will know…” She nodded, and splashed into the water, wanting to get as far away from the blond Slytherin as possible.
With a sigh, Draco turned once more to the bathtub, and this time used his immobilizing charm on the ghost still playing in the water. Walking over to the chain on the opposite side of the pool-like tub, he opened the drain spout, waving his fingers at the frozen ghost as she was sucked down through the pipes to the lake, where she’d lay until his magic unfroze her.
Tossing the used towel to the floor, he picked up his silk robe, and slipped back through the still empty corridors to his shared dormitory room, rolling his eyes at the sleeping form of Blaise, sprawled spread eagle over Draco’s half of the bed.
Sighing, he pulled on black slacks and an emerald sweatshirt, and made his way back through the common room to the dungeons and from there to the Great Hall, his stomach rumbling all the way. Though whether that was from hunger, or the nervous revelation of his dreams since falling into the Granger girl’s lap the other day, he wasn’t sure.
5.10.05 - And there\'s chapter two. A little solo and some wandless magic from Draco. Myrtles a little kinky, eh, chasing jizz around in the water! Yumm, tastes like chicken! Anyway, I will get to work on ch3 at work tomorrow, and hopefully have it up in the next couple days. Until then, reviews are appreciated, and hope you enjoyed!