Elaborate Lives

Chapter 2: Concealed by Knight
DISCLAIMER: all characters and original HP plotline belong to J.K. Rowling. I\'m just writing the stuff I wish would happen...heheh.

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Hermione was attempting to fix her hair with her one free hand the entire way to DADA. She could not understand why her hair had to be so overly bushy (“Shouldn’t I know some sort of spell to fix that?”). Hermione stopped dead in her tracks, tempted to make a break for the library to remedy her hair problems, but instead she pulled an elastic band out of her pocket and pulled her hair up and away from her face. She figured this would have to do for now—but she would find a more permanent solution.
Hermione walked into the DADA classroom to see Snape’s sniveling face; she could not believe that Snape had been appointed the new teacher of Dark Arts. She wasn’t quite as appalled as Harry and Ron, but nonetheless, it was a bit of a let down (mostly because she was one of his least favorite students).
“Sit down and be quiet, all of you!” snarled Snape. “Today we will be discussing dementors in great depth. I suppose I shall forewarn you all that there will be an essay due tomorrow: fifteen inches.” He smirked at his classroom of sallow faces. “Now, to continue, I have decided to put you all in partners for the remainder of the dementor lessons. We shall be going into more difficult material and I think it wise to have two underage wizard minds rather than one.”
Hermione glanced over at Ron and Harry and they gave her a knowing nod back: they all knew that Snape would never put the three of them together as a group, much less even just two. Snape began listing off the pairs:
“Pansy Parkinson and Neville Longbottom; Gregory Goyle and Harry Potter, Blaise Zabini and Ronald Weasel…ahem…I mean Weasley.” the list went on until finally, the most evil smirk drew across Snape’s face as he said, “Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger.”
For the ten minutes that Hermione had been in class she had completely forgotten about her dream. Suddenly, everything came rushing back to her and she turned a very deep scarlet color.
“Hermione?” whispered Ron. “Hermione, you look sick. Maybe I could work with Malfoy and you with…” but he didn’t have a chance to finish before Hermione could scream:
“NO!” the whole class turned to look at her, including a smiling Malfoy, and she tried to hide behind a book.
Snape, very nonchalantly, said: “Ten points from Gryffindor from your little outburst, Miss Granger. Don’t let it happen again.” Hermione nodded in embarrassment. “Everyone get with your partners.”
Malfoy strolled over to Hermione and shoved Ron out of the way. Ron, looking mighty disgruntled, obliged and walked over to where Blaise Zabini was sitting.
“Now,” rumbled Snape. “I would like you all to begin researching for your essays. I know, this is a rather slow lesson, but I find it necessary.” With that, Snape moved behind his desk and began rummaging through ungraded papers.
The class sat silently flipping through books, occasional whispers about the extraordinarily cruel powers of dementors. “Oh here’s something. Mark this in your book—it’s about a dementor’s kiss. It says here that a dementor’s kiss is so powerful, that only the very strong or the very wise can survive it while still holding on to a tiny bit of their original soul…” it continued except Hermione decided to stop. “Malfoy, you seem to be a little distracted.” And with that she noticed him staring over at Pansy Parkinson. Maybe her dream did describe Malfoy’s desires, just about Pansy rather than her.
“No, no.” he insisted. “Go on Mudblood.” Hermione glared at him; anger and annoyance obviously in her eyes. But before she could say anything to reprimand him, he said: “Sorry, Granger.” She was shocked that Draco Malfoy had just apologized to her. And with that, the bell rang and the students all filed out of Snape’s classroom.

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Ron and Harry both had Quidditch practice. The first game of the season was tomorrow and Ron was petrified. Hermione decided it would be best if she not distract them in their final practice so she walked down to the lake to read selected chapters in her Potions book. She was determined to beat Harry as best in the class next lesson without the Half-Blood Prince’s help. Then suddenly, Hermione spotted Draco with two girls walking toward the castle (mind you, they were two rather beastly, even man-like girls). Jealousy surged in Hermione’s veins and she was determined to get Draco’s attention—especially if he gave it out that easily.

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The following evening, during the celebration party in Gryffindor Tower, Hermione spotted Ron and Lavender making out for the Quidditch victory. That was it; Hermione could not stand it anymore. She felt like everyone around was snogging except her. She marched up to her dormitory and decided to throw on the sexiest outfit she could find. It took a while, but Hermione put on a short plaid skirt, a white button up shirt, and cute black heeled loafers. Suddenly, she heard Ginny enter. As she turned Ginny asked:
“Wow, Hermione. Who in the hell are you trying to impress?” Ginny really did think that Hermione had pulled the outfit off very well. She had a really beautiful body. She wasn’t incredibly skinny, but she had killer curves. Ginny, on the other hand, was much more of the lean, athletic type. Both girls envied each other’s bodies; however they were both uniquely beautiful. After a few moments of silence, Ginny realized that Hermione was not about to tell her, so she said: “Ok, I get it, it’s a secret. But can I give you advice? You’ve got to do something about your hair.” Hermione blushed, she had completely forgotten about the big, bushy mess that grew on top of her head. “Come here.” Ginny said a few words, gave her wand a wave, and BAM! Hermione’s hair was tamed and frizz-free. Her gorgeous curls cascaded down her back and looked absolutely stunning.
“Thanks Ginny. I really, really needed that.” And with that, the two girls walked back into the common room. As Hermione walked towards the portrait hole she was followed by many heads as well as cat-calls. This made her blush, but she decided to just keep going. She had one thing on her mind: to conquer Malfoy.

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Hermione walked quickly through the dark, empty halls of Hogwarts. She felt as though she had been walking all night yet there was no sign of Draco. Finally, around a quarter to two, she decided to walk back to Gryffindor Tower. However, she suddenly began to hear footsteps behind her. When she turned around, though, there was no one there. She stepped forward to continue when she felt a cold arm grab her wrist and pull her behind a suit of armor. Hermione soon found out that the cold arm belonged to none other than Draco Malfoy.
“Malfoy, let me go.” She demanded, although she secret wanted him to hold on forever. “It’s late and I have to go back to Gryff…”
But Malfoy cut her off: “Just what are you doing dawdling around at almost two in the morning, Granger?” His voice was not as harsh as it usually was.
“Me? What the hell do you thing you’re wander the halls?” Her voice was getting more heated. She wasn’t sure if it was because she was so angry or because she was getting turned on.
“Look, Granger. What I do is none of your business…” But before he could say anything else Hermione had grabbed him and kissed him hard. He was hesitant at first, but he kissed her back with all the passion he had inside of him. Hermione’s heart leapt as his hands slid up and down her back and finally landed on her butt, giving it a strong squeeze. Finally, they parted and Draco said, rather dazed: “Wow…Granger I had no idea… I mean I had feelings for you but you have them for me too?”
Hermione blushed: “Well, you know, the whole forbidden fruit theory.”
Draco knew that whatever happened from this point on would have to be a complete secret. He could never tell Crabbe or Goyle. Hermione was right, what they were about to embark upon was completely forbidden. What if Luscious knew? But Malfoy was feeling reckless with love and grabbed Hermione once more for an even deeper kiss. She pressed up against his body and began to grind her hips into his hardness. He let out a stifled moan which just caused her to grind even harder into him. Draco lowered his hands and slid them under her skirt. He could tell she was wearing a thong and said,
“Granger, you might actually be a little wilder than I expected. But I shouldn’t speak to soon; you probably have the Gryffindor logo stitched on it.” Draco bent down, lifted up her skirt to reveal a black, lacy thong. “Oh wow.” He ran his long fingers along it and whispered: “Crotchless? Oh yeah, you are going to be good, babe.” But before he could begin bringing her to orgasm, Hermione had grabbed the collar of Draco’s robes and pulled him up. She forcefully pushed him against the wall and opened his robes so that she could see his hardness forming beneath his pants. She undid his belt and unzipped his pants. Hermione, looking slightly apprehensive (for she had only done this once before—to Victor Krum), began to lick the tip of his penis. Draco moaned and she continued. He was the perfect size: not over-the-top huge but definitely not, by any means, small. She kept licking and finally took him all the way down until his penis touched the back of her throat. He knew he could not last like this for long; however, he did not want to push Hermione into anything she wasn’t ready to do. He wasn’t sure why he was being so considerate—he was slightly taken aback by his kindness (it must be that he really has feelings for her).
Draco began to thrust lightly and Hermione could feel his balls tighten up. Suddenly, without much more warning, he started to go into her mouth.
“Oh God, Hermione! Yeah, don’t stop. You are so incredible. Ohh!” He released so much that Hermione could not keep it all in her mouth and let some drip down her face onto her neck. As Draco recovered, Hermione stood up and kissed him gently on the lips. Unexpectedly, however, Draco slipped his tongue into her mouth to taste himself. They both agreed that he was bittersweet. Draco knew, though, that no girl had ever described him as sweet, but rather, always bitter. He thought it was Hermione that was making him sweet.
Draco did not want this night to end yet. He began to kiss Hermione’s neck and let his fingers wander to her panties once again when suddenly they both heard a shriek. It came from Pansy Parkinson who was standing about ten feet away. She had a look of sheer anger in her face and ran the other way.
“Do you think she saw anything?” asked a hopeful Hermione. But who was she kidding? She didn’t just see anything, she saw everything—at least the two kissing and touching.
“No doubt in my mind said Draco.” He sounded as though Pansy did not bother him but he knew that she would take some sort of revenge—most likely on Hermione though, because she both feared and had a crush on Draco. “Don’t worry Hermione. I’ll deal with her. Now you get up to bed. Next time we meet, I hope you’ll be wearing those sexy knickers again.” He grinned, gave her one last kiss, and with that, slithered away into the darkness, following Pansy’s trail.
Hermione tried not to let Pansy upset her too much. She made it back to Gryffindor tower safely and did not wake anyone up in the dormitory. She lay in bed smiling, wanting so badly to touch herself after everything that happened tonight. But she decided to let Draco give her her next orgasm. She had Potions with him first thing in the morning and could not wait to sneak him a kiss…and maybe more.

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I hope you like this chapter. I think for the next one I\'m going to have Draco\'s POV. Keep reviewing and telling me what you think. Opinions about changing parts and/or future chapters are welcome too =) Hope you\'re all enjoying...I know I\'m enjoying writing this.