Musical Moments

RIGHT KIND OF WRONG

Lyrics : LeAnn Rimes
Characters : JK Rowling
Disclaimer : My lawyers have reminded me to say that nothing here, beyond the mediocre typing skills, belong to me.

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I know all about,
Yea about your reputation
And now it's bound to be a heartbreak situation
But I can't help it if I'm helpless
Every time that I'm with you, ah

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Hermione stopped talking with her friends. Her eyes watched as Draco strolled casually into the Great Hall for breakfast.

((Look over here! Look over here!)) Her mind screamed at him.

He sat down at the Slytherin table, not even accidentally gazing her way.

She sighed in disappointment, but noticed that he sat facing their table…and breakfast had just started…he just might look over…and hippogriffs were known for having a friendly nature to strangers.

“…uhhh….’Mione?” Harry interrupted her thoughts. “I don’t know what it did to you, but that poor sausage has been punished enough.”

Hermione glanced down at her plate. Sure enough, her fork had positively smushed her sausage beyond recognition.

Ron winced in discomfort.

“Note to self, keep away from an angry Hermione in the locker room.”

“And what are you doing with Hermione in the locker room?” Quizzed Lavender.

“Giving her a cold shower, based on the way she’s staring at Malfoy.” Harry gently accused.

“Oh, give it a rest, Harry.” His female friend protested. “I’m just curious to know if he’s truly as heartless as his reputation. Consider it scientific interest.”

“You got the interest part right, at least.” Ron snorted. “He’s a git…a prat…a worm…”

“We get the idea, Ron.” Harry pushed his plate away, appetite lost. “Look, ‘Mione, we’re your friends and we don’t want you to get hurt.”

“I can take care of myself, thank you very much.” Huffing, Hermione marched out of the Great Hall.

“Someone’s got to tell her to stop walking out of here so dramatically.” Ron mused.

Both boys watched, however, to see if a certain blond male followed their friend.

He didn’t.

They relaxed.

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You walk in and my strength walks out the door
Say my name and I can fight it any more
Oh I know, I should go
But I need your touch just too damn much

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“Pass the Oil of Flobberworm.” Draco muttered, squinting to read the order of ingredients Snape had so kindly scrawled out for them on the blackboard. His hand closed over Hermione’s as she reached over with the vial. They quickly looked away after a moment of eye contact.

“You’re chopping those wrong.” She said quietly, observing the uneven bits of root on his chopping block. “You’re holding your knife wrong.”

Draco frowned. He was hoping she would notice what he was doing but not how he was doing it.

Hermione stood beside him and placed her hands over his. On second thought, he mused, maybe this was better after all.

“Here, hold it like so…Perfect!...Go slowly to make sure you’re doing it properly…Okay, you’re doing great…Now, go a little faster…Ooh, that’s it!” Her quiet voice was for him only. Or so he thought.

Neville whipped around, his face flushed.

“Look, would you two….oh…you’re actually working on the potion…” He stammered out.

“What did you think we were doing, Longbottom?” Draco queried, biting back a smile.

Neville returned his focus to his own potion.

Draco looked down to see Hermione’s hands still on his.

“Practice makes perfect, right, Princess?” He smirked.

Hermione whipped her hands away.

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Lovin you, That isn't really something I should do
I shouldn't wanna spend my time with you ya
Well I should try to be strong
But baby you're the right kind of wrong
But baby you're the right kind of wrong
Ya, baby you're the right kind of wrong

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“So, what was that all about in Potions?” Blaise asked as he popped a buttered piece of a warm roll into his mouth. His eyes closed in bliss as the yeasty flavours melted across his tongue.

“Just seeing if she wants me. She does…she corrected my chopping by actually touching me.” Draco grinned confidently.

“You two are sharing a grade in this class. She doesn’t want to fail because you can’t tell the difference between coarsely chopped and finely diced.” Blaise countered.

“A little bit from A and a little bit from B.” Draco’s smile didn’t waver. “I know that I shouldn’t be doing this, but I’m too curious to find out where this could go.”

Blaise shook his head, wishing he didn’t want to hear all the details. Perverse boy that he was, though, made him want to hear Draco’s lustful thoughts.

“Face it, Zambini, beneath her calm and controlled exterior…don’t you wonder if there is a passionate fire burning within?”

“Nope, my friend. You wonder enough for the two of us.”

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It might be a mistake
A mistake I'm makin'
But what your givin I am happy to be takin
'Cause all that will make me feel
The way I feel when I'm in your arms

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Hermione kicked the stone stairwell in frustration. She was hopeless. Hoping for a glance. Hoping for a smirk. Hoping for a word, even a teasing one. Yup, certifiable, undoubtedly, one hundred percent hopeless.

Up one step.

She deserved better. She deserved to be treated with respect. She deserved to be treated like the Gryffindor Princess the others called her.

Up one step.

Of course, if she truly was that Princess, shouldn’t she be able to do whatever she wanted? Within reason, naturally. Nothing illegal. And it wasn’t illegal for a Gryffindor to want a Slytherin…was it?

Up one step.

Facing facts, Hermione realized that every good girl wants a bad boy at least once in her life. Apparently this was her moment of desire. But why did it have to be the person her friends hated the most…well, second, actually, to You-Know-Who.

Up one step.

Hermione kicked this one again in frustration.

Oops, balance!

Hermione arched her back to try and regain some balance to no avail. The logical part of her mind argued that she was only up four steps and that nothing bad would come of this. The emotional part of her mind screamed AAAARRRRGGGHHH!!!!

A strong pair of arms clasped around her waist, as she connected with a rather warm and solid wall.

Warm wall? Wall with arms?

Frowning in confusion, Hermione twisted her neck.

The emotional part of her mind sighed that Draco had caught her. The logical part of her mind screamed AAARRRGGGHHH!!!!!

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They say your somethin I should do without
They don't know what goes on
When the lights go out
There's no way to explain
All the pleasure is worth all the pain

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“As much as I’m enjoying this, Princess…” Draco started.

“Really?” She breathed.

“…you’re standing on my foot.” He finished.

“Oh.” Hermione repositioned herself.

“You’re still holding me.” She pointed out, her back still to him.

“Can’t risk you falling…I don’t want to lose my relatively half-decent Potions partner.” Draco said playfully. “So you see, it’s all about me, really.”

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Lovin you, That isn't really something I should do ya-hey
I shouldn't wanna spend my time with you ya
Well I should try to be strong
But baby you're the right kind of wrong
Ya, baby you're the right kind of wrong

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Draco watched as Hermione walked carefully up the rest of the stairs. It had caused him some agony to let her go. His hands had enjoyed resting on her waist, even through her robes. He knew that if either of their housemates walked by, however, there would accusations, words, and wands. And while one could land them in the Infirmary, all three would land them in detention.

((In hindsight though…and what a lovely sight her hind is….spending detention with Granger really wouldn’t be too bad.)) He mused. ((Granted, nothing says we’d be together and I’m not going to risk my academic record for her just yet.))

Resisting the urge to run after her, Draco casually strolled up the stairs to his next class.

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I should try to run but I just can't seem to
'Cause every time I run you’re the one I run to
Can't do without what you do to me,
I don't care if I'm in to deep yeah

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Blaise groaned as he sat down for supper at the Slytherin table.

Draco arched an eyebrow.

“Broomstick up your butt?” He quipped.

“I wish.” Blaise confessed. “Anything would be more enjoyable that this paper Snape wants us to write.”

“The paper’s not that bad.” Draco argued. “The research should be easy.”

“Yeah, but we have to write it with our Potions partners! Potter! My name has to appear beside his on a piece of parchment. How undignified!”

Draco smiled silently.

“That reminds me, I need to get some stuff before I start researching my partner.” Draco stood up.

“Don’t you mean research with your partner.” Blaise asked.

“That too.” Draco grinned as he left the Great Hall.

He wandered down the corridor towards the Slytherin rooms. In the back of his mind, he registered a set of feet running quickly towards him. Stopping, he turned, only to be smacked into. Looking down into a head of brunette waves and curls, he smiled.

“We really need to stop meeting like this, Princess. There will be talk.” He joked.

Hermione looked up and frowned.

“You weren’t supposed to stop. I was going to stop running when I caught you.” She argued.

“Consider me caught.” Draco shrugged. “Was there something you wanted?”

((Only your arms around me. Your hands on me. Your lips….oh my…))

Hermione flushed.

“Yes…yes…I wanted to remind you to bring parchment and quills to the library. We’ve never written an essay before and I’m not about to settle for a substandard partner now.”

“I’m a Malfoy!” His eyes narrowed. “We don’t have a substandard bone in our body.”

((ooookay…that was a double meaning if ever I’ve made one.)) He groaned internally.

“That’s great…I mean…good…yes…okay then…I’ll see you in the library in a bit…” Hermione stepped away, biting her lip. She looked as if she was about to say something else, but quickly spun and walked away.

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I know all about,
Yea about your reputation
And now it's bound to be a heartbreak situation
But I can't help it if I'm helpless
Every time that I'm with you, ah

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Draco stared at his reflection in his dorm room mirror. For once, it remained blessedly silent, as if it realized his own inner turmoil was loud enough. Of course it knew, it was, after all, a reflection of him.

He was Slytherin enough to admit he wanted Hermione. He was Malfoy enough to admit that he always got what he wanted. He was man enough to realize that nothing could possibly come of a relationship with her. They were too different. She was just too perfectly…Gryffindor. And yet, he wanted her…a Gryffindor. Calling up what little Slytherin strength remained, he made his way down to the library.

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You walk in and my strength walks out the door
Say my name and I can fight it any more
Oh I know, I should go
But I need your touch just too damn much
Hey-yeah

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Hermione looked up as he came closer. She knew he had entered the library, just by the reactions of the other students. But she knew he was close to her by his scent. Did she even know what Harry and Ron smelled like? She didn’t care and quickly pushed all thoughts of her friend’s scents out of her mind.

“Princess.” Draco acknowledged as he sat down in chair beside her. His leg brushed hers.

((I’m lost.)) She whimpered inside.

“Malfoy.” She replied calmy.

“What happened to calling each other by our titles?”

“I’m not going to call you that in public!” She hissed.

“Oooo…so you’ll do it in private?” He closed some books loudly, as he started to pack up her research. “Let’s get out of here then!”

A few students looked over at them quizzically.

“Stop that!” Hermione started to open the books.

It didn’t take long for their hands to touch and tangle in their fight to get the books just the way they wanted them.

“Ahem.” Madame Pinch looked over at them. “These books have done nothing to you.”

“Especially help us with our research.” Draco replied smugly.

“Must you be such a….a….” Hermione was at a loss for words, as Pince walked away in a huff.

“Sex god?” Draco stared at her innocently, a small smirk appearing on his face.

“Prat.” A small smile of innocence returned on her face.

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Lovin you, yeah, isn't really something I should do
I shouldn't wanna spend my time with you ya
Well I should try to be strong, I should try to be strong
But baby you're the right kind of wrong (right kind of wrong)
Baby you're the right kind of wrong
Baby you're the right kind of wrong

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“I must say that I’m disappointed in these…scribblings…that you handed in with the audacity to call essays.” Snape said coldly as he stood at the front of the room. “Misters Zambini and Potter, the root of Christmas cactus is not supposed to exorcise an individual of a festive spirit. Miss Parkinson and Mister Weasley, I admit to being rather concerned that you wrote…..”

The professor rifled through a few pieces of parchment.

“Ah, yes, here it is….’The sole purpose of sarsaparilla root is to flavour a muggle drink called root beer.’”

A few snickers were let loose.

Snape eyed his class which quickly became quiet again.

“I am, however, pleased to see that a pair of students actually show some distinct promise in the art of concocting potions. Congratulations, Mister Malfoy and Miss Granger. Your reward, for achieving the highest grade, is to come back tonight and brew up some Draught of Humility. My supply is running low.”

“We know he’s not the one consuming it.” Ron whispered quietly. Pansy laughed.

“10 points each from Slytherin and Gryffindor.”

Draco frowned. It wasn’t detention but it was like that. Brewing up a potion for Snape?!?! Puh-lease.

Hermione, he noticed, had paled.

“Something wrong, Granger?” he asked in a normal voice.

“Yeah, Malfoy, I have to spend more time with you.” She retorted.

Blaise, Harry and Ron all relaxed. It appeared that things had returned to normal.

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Yeah baby you're the the right kind of wrong

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Hermione read the note Draco had left in her book bag in the solitude of her dorm room. Her roommates were relaxing down in the common room.

“See you tonight, Princess. I dare you to wear something alluring. – DM”

Yes, he was alllllll wrong for her...but surely, the way he made her heart pound couldn’t be all that bad…