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Mad About the Boy
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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:
7
Views:
7,314
Reviews:
14
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0
Currently Reading:
0
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Disclaimer: I do not own these characters nor the Original Story of Harry Potter, and I do not make any money from these writings. It's purely for my own amusements and maybe for some other's.
Chapter Two
Draco’s eyes fluttered shut without much warning and to his own dismay so much so that they immediately snapped open again and found they were staring right into her wide eyed watch. He wasn’t supposed to enjoy this, at least not in the way that his lower regions were responding anyway. He kissed Granger to annoy her! Not because he wanted to. Merlin’s balls! He was STILL kissing Granger! But more importantly she was still kissing him or so the tingling sensation on his lips reminded him. Another shot of warmth ran through his body. Granger! Bushy haired, know it all Granger’s lips were firmly locked onto his own, that couldn’t be denied. Know it all, Princess of Gryffindor Granger…
A small tug on his hand snapped him out of train of thought.
It was Granger; she was tugging on his hand quite franticly now. His hand which was tightly clutching the top of her robes he realized. After a moment and a few more tugs his hand snapped open and Granger practically flew backwards into her seat. She hadn’t been kissing him back at all it seemed, she had merely been stuck in his grasp. The warmth in his groin dissipated rapidly.
‘MALFOY! WHAT THE HELL?’ She screamed. Her hair which hadn’t really been too bushy or outrageous he had noted when he first entered the compartment now frazzled and flared around her reddened face. How did she do that…he hadn’t touched her hair had he?
‘I…’
‘You WHAT Malfoy?’ she snapped. Her small hands rubbed at her neck and pulled at the collar of her robes trying to fix them. ‘Are you INSANE? Look at my robes!’
Her robes? His eyes snapped away from the faint red marks blossoming on her pale white neck and took in the red and disgruntled expression of the Head Girl. She was annoyed about her ROBES! He, Draco Malfoy, the most sought after boy at Hogwarts and Prince of Slytherin had just given her what he assumed was the kiss of her life and she was concerned about the state of her robes! Insanity!
‘Get a grip Granger!’ He snapped. Pulling at his own robes which had become bunched up where Granger’s chest had pushed up against him. Her chest…His eyes flicked down rapidly to find that the red marks on her neck were not the only thing to bloom lately. Underneath those billowy black robes was the quite unmistakable curve of an hourglass figure. Granger got fit!
‘Ugh’ Draco outwardly groaned as he shook his head of these profane thoughts. What does it matter what she’s got under those robes; she’s still goody-two-shoes Mudblood Granger!
‘What are YOU groaning about? You didn’t just get molested by psychotic blonde idiot did you?’
‘Be grateful Granger, that’s probably the most action you’ll get all year. Unless the Weasel has finally managed to get it up for longer than a minute without picturing Golden Boy instead? Has he?’
That got her heckles up he noticed as she rose out of her seat grabbing a handful of the complimentary sweets and lobbing them in his direction. A box of Bertie Botts Every Flavoured Beans bounced off the wall an inch above his right ear, winning a raised eyebrow from him.
‘Resorting to mindless, wandless violence now are we Granger? I suppose I shouldn’t really expect anything else from a mudblo-‘
‘Finish that sentence Malfoy and I swear you’ll find out what this witch can do with her wand.’ She jeered; her wand conveniently now pointed directly at his head.
‘Oh Granger my little Gryffindor kitten, we both know you wouldn’t risk your position as Head Girl like that.’ Draco smirked quite smug in his assessment. His eyes followed the fractional lowering of her wand.
‘To see your smarmy face wiped of that smug grin I might.’ She hissed.
A small tug on his hand snapped him out of train of thought.
It was Granger; she was tugging on his hand quite franticly now. His hand which was tightly clutching the top of her robes he realized. After a moment and a few more tugs his hand snapped open and Granger practically flew backwards into her seat. She hadn’t been kissing him back at all it seemed, she had merely been stuck in his grasp. The warmth in his groin dissipated rapidly.
‘MALFOY! WHAT THE HELL?’ She screamed. Her hair which hadn’t really been too bushy or outrageous he had noted when he first entered the compartment now frazzled and flared around her reddened face. How did she do that…he hadn’t touched her hair had he?
‘I…’
‘You WHAT Malfoy?’ she snapped. Her small hands rubbed at her neck and pulled at the collar of her robes trying to fix them. ‘Are you INSANE? Look at my robes!’
Her robes? His eyes snapped away from the faint red marks blossoming on her pale white neck and took in the red and disgruntled expression of the Head Girl. She was annoyed about her ROBES! He, Draco Malfoy, the most sought after boy at Hogwarts and Prince of Slytherin had just given her what he assumed was the kiss of her life and she was concerned about the state of her robes! Insanity!
‘Get a grip Granger!’ He snapped. Pulling at his own robes which had become bunched up where Granger’s chest had pushed up against him. Her chest…His eyes flicked down rapidly to find that the red marks on her neck were not the only thing to bloom lately. Underneath those billowy black robes was the quite unmistakable curve of an hourglass figure. Granger got fit!
‘Ugh’ Draco outwardly groaned as he shook his head of these profane thoughts. What does it matter what she’s got under those robes; she’s still goody-two-shoes Mudblood Granger!
‘What are YOU groaning about? You didn’t just get molested by psychotic blonde idiot did you?’
‘Be grateful Granger, that’s probably the most action you’ll get all year. Unless the Weasel has finally managed to get it up for longer than a minute without picturing Golden Boy instead? Has he?’
That got her heckles up he noticed as she rose out of her seat grabbing a handful of the complimentary sweets and lobbing them in his direction. A box of Bertie Botts Every Flavoured Beans bounced off the wall an inch above his right ear, winning a raised eyebrow from him.
‘Resorting to mindless, wandless violence now are we Granger? I suppose I shouldn’t really expect anything else from a mudblo-‘
‘Finish that sentence Malfoy and I swear you’ll find out what this witch can do with her wand.’ She jeered; her wand conveniently now pointed directly at his head.
‘Oh Granger my little Gryffindor kitten, we both know you wouldn’t risk your position as Head Girl like that.’ Draco smirked quite smug in his assessment. His eyes followed the fractional lowering of her wand.
‘To see your smarmy face wiped of that smug grin I might.’ She hissed.