Life is Strange

Elevation
High, higher than the sun
You shoot me from a gun
I need you to elevate me here

A corner of your lips
Is the orbit of your hips
Eclipse
You elevate my soul

I've got no self control
Been living like a mole now
Going down, excavation
Higher now, in the sky
You make me feel like I can fly
So high
Elevation

A star
Lit up like a cigar
Strung out like a guitar
Maybe you can educate my mind

Explain all these controls
Can't sing but I've got soul
The goal is elevation

A mole
Digging in a hole
Digging up my soul now
Going down, excavation

Higher now
In the sky
You make me feel like I can fly
So high
Elevation

Love
Lift me out of these blues
Won't you tell me something true
I believe in you

A mole
Digging in a hole
Digging up my soul now
Going down, excavation

Higher now
In the sky
You make me feel like I can fly
So high
Elevation

Elevation
Elevation
Elevation
Elevation


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“Hermione,” someone whispered in her ear.

“Hermione,”another voice whispered in her other ear.

“Hermione,” the voices said in unison, breathing warm air into both her ears.


Hermione eyes opened abruptly. Looking to her left and right she saw her two best friends, bare inches from her face. They were both leaning in towards her, now laughing hysterically at her shocked look and the deep blush that was surfacing.


“Boys,” she scoffed as she got to her feet. But inside she was wincing and trying to beg her face to cool down. The boys whispers in her ears had caused her body to thrum in a way that was completely unexpected, and she was unaccustomed to feeling so strangely.


The boys stood up, and being boys unsubtly gave her a once over. But she couldn't fault them since she was surprised to find herself doing the same thing to them. Boys did change abruptly she knew, but the two in front of her had changed so drastically.


Ron's lanky body, which had once seemed so, so, well, so tall and off kilter, gangly and unfinished, had filled out. He wore his usual Chudley Cannons polo, but instead of hanging off his body, his chest looked broad and his arms looked muscular. She noticed a faint orange fuzz around his cheeks as well. He grinned at her, and she saw that his smile and his demeanor, his way of standing even, had changed. He gave off an air of confidence that was brand new.


Harry had changed as well. He had always been short, but now he was almost as tall as Ron, and while he didn't have Ron's musculature, he looked tightly coiled, wiry and strong. A seeker's body for sure. And he held himself differently than Ron. If Ron's posture said, “I can handle anything anyone throws at me,” Harry's said, “I'm quietly waiting for anything.” He seemed less extroverted, more focused somehow.


“Hermione, it's so fantastic to see you,” Ron bellowed, pulling her into a rough hug.
All thoughts of calming down were wiped away when he took her in his arms. She had hugged Ron before, but this new Ron did not put his arms hesitantly about her for a few seconds and then let go in a rush. Oh no. Confident Ron pulled her into his arms, his hands on her lower back, large and warm. His held his cheek against hers, and it was slight bristly. He held her for quite a few minutes before Harry said, “Come on mate. I need a hug too.”


Ron give her a tight squeeze before letting go. So tight that she noticed something else brand new about Ron. Not having experieced it before, she was unsure, but Hermione had definitely felt something hard pressed against her for a second.


“My turn,” Harry smirked. When he pulled Hermione into a hug she was again flustered by how her body reacted. Harry pulled her in close and breathed, ever so slightly in her ear, before letting go. If she wasn't bright red before, now she must look like a strawberry, her face felt so hot.


The boys immediately grabbed her trunks and started pushing through the crowds of students, some alone, some with their parents. Hermione was bemused to see that so many people were already lined up for the hissing train. The roar of the engine and the hum of the crowd was very loud, and yet she had dozed off and not heard a peep as she slept.


She followed somewhat numbly behind her two friends. Hermione decided, in a rush, that she had better get some control over herself. These were her friends for Merlin's sake, and she vowed that she would treat them the same as always, even if they looked so different and acted so different, and even if she was...seeing them in a new way. She knew she looked no different, and knew their greeting was just friendly flirting. Nothing would be more embarrassing or worse for their friendship, then if they ever found out how she had felt, even if it was only for a brief instant. It was just one of those things, she nodded to herself. A natural reaction as young people's bodies changed and grew. So now she was ready to move on, and...


Her thoughts were abruptly silenced as screams began to reverberate through the station. Looking in front of her, she noticed the crowd was being spread apart almost like water, in a kind of slow motion wave that was coming towards where she, Harry and Ron were gaping. Students and parents were shoved aside, frozen, as a pathway between the crowd appeared. Turning and trying to run, Hermione was magically shoved against some matronly woman's back. In an instant she was frozen and despite whatever she tried to do, how she tried to move her arms, legs, eyes...nothing. But before she could even began to register beyond this fact, another wave of people were driven against her, and she found herself face to face, with the one person she despised. Draco Malfoy.


Hermione thought that if she could have chosen a time to die; this would be the time. She was scared yes. She had no idea why the crowd had been separated, for what purpose were people in the station pushed out of the way and frozen, or how long they would have to spend before someone came and freed them. No, as terrifying as that was, even worse was the position Draco was frozen against her.


Their eyes met wildly; neither of them could blink. Hermione began to feel her heart race in panic and an unspoken scream tried to erupt from her throat. It appeared as if he had been trying to catch himself as he was falling, because his hands were pushed up towards his chest. Which had then been pushed up against her. Her chest. Well...a trifle above her actual breasts. But his thumbs, horribly, were pushed against her nipples. Pushed hard. And she couldn't move. She couldn't do anything but breathe.


And, despite the insanity of being groped by her enemy, what was worse was that he had been falling forwards, and she had already been frozen to the women behind her, in a position where she was slightly falling backwards. He had been magically shoved against her and frozen with his entire body flush against hers. She could feel his legs hard against hers, his stomach, his chest. His face separated hers by only a hair. She could feel his breath, leaving his mouth and entering hers, his lips almost on top of hers.


Draco Malfoy had been royally pissed. He'd gotten to the train station late. And he hated to be late. There was little worse then feeling rushed. He valued appearing calm and cool, icy and aloof, which was a difficult look to pull off when one was running for a train. But before he had a chance to even glance about him, he had been dragged off his feet, and pulled inexorable against some girl. He found himself unable to move, which was another feeling he despised. He needed to be in control. Always sure of his next move, never caught off guard. And here he was, his body shoved rudely against some girl, and unable to do anything about it.


It had all happened so quickly that he hadn't seen who she was. And now, all he could see of her was her eyes, which were huge and brown. His own blue eyes bored into hers, unable to look away. And his hands were in a less than gentlemanly position. Not that he cared. He was frozen, and he hated it, but since he was here, he might as well enjoy it.


The girl was probably counting her lucky stars she was in this position. Everyone wanted him, he knew. Everyone. Slightly sickening really. But he was generally above the common throng, only spending time with a select few “ladies” that met his strict requirements of blood and breeding. His father had drilled it into him; a Malfoy only allows those who are worthy to share in their attention. Whoever this girl was, she was getting the chance of a lifetime. And she could be anyone. His father would be horrified.


And with that thought, along with the minutes pressed against her soft body, Draco began to feel slightly more interested, and slightly less soft himself. He smirked, at least metaphorically, as he realized that though his body itself was frozen still, it didn't stop the transference of his blood to other regions of his anatomy. Yes, this was one lucky girl.


The moments passed like an eternity for Hermione, and she could only guess the horror Malfoy was feeling to be shoved so closely against what he abhorred. Actually, that made her feel a little better. At least she was making Malfoy as miserable as he was making her.

But...but..what the..oh dear god's. She had suspected something when Ron hugged her. But this...this was unmistakable. Unmistakable. Merlin, something very large and very hard was coming to life against her lower extremites. Hermione was agog.


Seemingly Malfoy was not as upset as she thought.

And worse, how could this get worse? But even though this was Malfoy, even though she was staring straight into the chilly iceberg blue eyes of a boy who slandered her, abused her, had wished her dead, she couldn't stop her own body from responding when she began to feel his erection pulse like a heartbeat against her. She had learned to pleasure herself over the summer, an embarrassing but seemingly unavoidable discovery, another death knell of her childhood, and she recognized the feelings. Her own body started to react, spreading warm tendrils of excitement out from her core which was pressed so snugly against his arousal. She knew she'd die of shame on the spot if he could tell.

“Ladies and gentleman,” a voice boomed out across the crowd, “as you may or may not have seen, being frozen as you are, we are in pursuit of several Death Eaters who we ambushed trying to hex the train. Let me assure you that this state of Petrificus Totallus was cast for your own safety so that no one would be injured as we closed in on our targets. We have ascertained that the area is now safe, and the train will leave as scheduled. Thank for your understanding and cooperation.”


And at the end of his words, the spell was removed, freeing everyone.


The resulting noise was deafening. There were voices raised in anger, several thuds as people hit the ground, peals of laughter, some sounding more hysterical than humerous, and the cries of various children and even some adults. People began to slowly separate and shake themselves, and the crowd once again began to form slowly around the train.


The minute the spell was lifted, the woman behind her shifted, causing Hermione to fall backwards onto the ground, with Draco falling hard on on top of her.


“Get off, get off, get off!” she screamed, quickly pushing heavily at his shoulders.


Draco scrambled quickly up and off the girl, at least as quickly as he could with the hardest erection he had had to date; made just standing up a little difficult. But when he caught sight of who had been the source of his arousal, he slowly began to edge away, the way someone would if they caught site of a deadly cobra. He shook his hand back and forth, silently, repeatedly. No. Not Granger. No. No. No. Anyone but Granger.


In an instant he was shoved aside roughly. Her two bodygaurds surrounded her, swallowing her up and out of his sight. As he began to numbly walk back towards the train, he could hear their fevered inquiries after her safety. Out of earshot, he didn't hear what her comment must have been, how she must have laughingly told the Boy Wonder and the Weasel wretch about his desire for her. For an instant, he wished he had agreed to let his father induct him as a Death Eater. That way he'd most likely be dead or in Azkaban. Both seemed preferable to the knowledge of what had passed between himself and Granger.


Hermione chose not to tell them. What would she say? Oh yes, don't worry boys. I was held hostage by the one person you hate more than life itself, but don't worry. We both enjoyed it. Immensely. No, she would never tell them. Because after all, she thought, it had never happened.

And when her eyes met his again on the train, he at the end of the hallway, she entering her usual compartment with the boys, she looked away instantly of course.


Well, almost instantly.


Surely she only looked for a few seconds.


His eyes met hers just once on the train. She had looked at him obliquely. He couldn't read it. She hadn't told her friends, he was surprised to discover. If she had, he knew they would have come looking for him. Not that he couldn't handle those pathetic losers at any time, but he was glad she hadn't said anything.


Not that anything happened.


Because it hadn't, he assured himself.


Nothing happened.