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Adult +
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Chapter Two - Descendo
I appreciate the reviews and votes more than you could ever know! It truly is the encouragement I needed to continue on, so thank you!
I must admit, I don’t really know where this story is going. Basically, I just open Microsoft Word and start typing, so I can’t make any promises lol. However, I do love DM/HG and BZ/HG soooooo… ;) Smut is definitely on the way!
Once again, I do not own Harry Potter or any of the other characters in this amazing series, sadly. Also I do not make any profit.
Read, enjoy, and review! (That may have come off a bit over confident, but I promise, it was optimism! xD)
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Chapter Two – Descendo
Draco Malfoy was livid. How dare that dirty Mudblood bitch ORDER him out like that last night? Pretending to be amused by her actions in order to keep his composure had been a challenge. But no matter, he knew just what to do to get under her skin. He had woken up this morning long before his Slytherin dorm mates and made his way down to the great hall. There he sat, at the Slytherin table, biding his time. He picked at his breakfast distractedly until she entered. He smirked and launched into phase one of his plan.
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Hermione’s eyes opened as soon as the sunlight began creeping into the large bay window of her bedroom. She rushed through her morning shower and threw her hair into a neat ponytail. Pinning her Head Girl badge proudly onto her school robes, she gave herself a confident smile in the mirror and left her room.
She walked to the Head Boy’s bedroom and knocked softly on his door, “Blaise…the washrooms all yours, I’m heading down to breakfast now. Do you need anything before I go?” A loud groan could be heard through the thick door and Hermione rolled her eyes. “Are you decent Blaise?” No answer.
She pushed the door open and peeked her head into the crack. Blaise was laying spread eagle and facedown in the center of his bed. Green silky sheets were tangled around his waist and one green pillow was being held over his head, Hermione guessed this was his attempt to block out the morning sunlight filtering in through his own bay window. After pulling the curtains closed over his windows she filled the empty glass on his bed stand with water conjured from her wand. Blaise smiled apologetically at her before downing the entire glass.
“Classes start in an hour. I’ll be back in a bit with some dry toast for you, but you should really go wash up.”
“Hermione, about Malfoy last night, I-“
“It’s fine.” Hermione closed the door as quietly behind herself as possible.
Harry and Ron were waiting for Hermione outside the Heads Dorm. Walking to breakfast together each morning was their time to complain to Hermione about how hard getting their homework done was without her in the Gryffindor common room to force them. Hermione smiled and linked arms with the boys on either side of her. What would she do if she didn’t have these two around to drive her up the wall?
Upon entering the great hall Professor McGonagall caught Hermione’s eye and beckoned her over. “Save a seat for me, yeah? And don’t eat all the bacon before I get back Ronald.” Hermione handed her book bag over to Harry and approached the long table of professors.
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Hermione practically stomped back to the Gryffindor table five minutes later and picked up her book bag from the seat across from Harry and Ron. Both boys looked up surprised at Hermione’s sudden mood change.
“What happened ‘Mione?” Ron asked cautiously. Hermione swiped three slices of toast from a large serving platter, wrapping two in a napkin, and took a vicious bite of the third. She chewed slowly but didn’t bother to sit down. By the time she swallowed her bite, some of the redness had faded from her cheeks. “The professors have a faculty meeting tonight and it’s Blaise’s night to patrol, so I will be seeing to it that Malfoy serves his detention.”
“Blimey Hermione, that’s great news!” Harry grinned ear to ear and clapped Ron on the back as if they had just won some great victory. Ron raised his goblet of pumpkin juice to Hermione and then took a long swig. “Hermione, you are my hero.” Ron stated without an ounce of humor in his voice.
She merely huffed in annoyance, but nodded her agreement. “You’re right, of course. Hopefully he has to scrub cauldrons in the dungeons. McGonagall said she would speak to Filch later and owl me a time and place to meet Malfoy, so keep your fingers crossed.” Harry continued eating his breakfast in a great mood, while Ron just frowned in confusion at the muggle finger saying. With a quick goodbye, Hermione rushed from the great hall to take Blaise his toast.
“Candied yams” Hermione said to the portrait of the old King guarding the entrance of the Heads Dorm. The book worm portrait may or may not have been Professor McGonagall’s doing, but the password to the Heads Dorm was without a doubt Dumbledore’s idea.
Hermione wasn’t surprised to see Draco Malfoy in the middle of the common room, lounging on a long sofa. Across from him sat Blaise in an overstuffed chair, laughing about something. Hermione was sure Malfoy was here to gloat about pulling one over on her.
Hermione dropped the napkin full of toast down onto the coffee table directly in front of Blaise, then turned to confront Malfoy. Hermione placed her hands on her hips and looked directly into his cobalt silver eyes, “So who gave you detention Malfoy?”
He smirked and stood up. Hermione refused to back down and repeated herself “Malfoy, who gave you a detention?”
Draco couldn’t believe the balls this girl had. He took one more step toward her, his 6’1 frame towering over her measly 5’4. Had Hermione been a Slytherin, he would have felt a great deal of pride in her brazen behavior. The only reaction his intimidating stance seemed to have over her was to make her more determined. Hermione tilted her head back to glare her brown eyes up at the twit.
Blaise abruptly stood behind Hermione and casually slung his arm around her shoulders. He leaned down to breath his words into her ear “Come on Hermione…I let you have your friends around the Heads Dorm without any fights. Why can’t you repay the favor?”
If ever there was a way to reach Hermione through her stubbornness, it was with calm reasoning. Hermione shook his arm off of her shoulders and hoisted her book bag higher back up. It was with a great deal of self control and restraint that she turned away from the soon-to-be fight and left the common room.
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Blaise turned to his best mate with his eyebrows raised. “You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re playing at something with her.”
“But you do know better Zabini” Draco smirked and picked an imaginary piece of lint from his school uniform.
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All throughout Hermione’s morning classes she fumed and practically day dreamed of terrible scenarios Malfoy could be faced with for his detention. She had even half heartedly considered writing Hagrid to ask if he had any magical creatures that needed tending to, knowing Malfoy hated that particular subject in school more than any other; not including muggle studies, obviously. Hermione wasn’t even particularly excited to turn in her award winning potions essay; her entire mood was bitter.
After lunch with Harry, Ron, Ginny, Neville, Seamus, Dean, Lavender, and Parvati, Hermione’s mood was ten times better. Watching Lavender practically drool over the oblivious Ron was something Harry and Hermione took great pleasure in watching. Ron was honestly completely ignorant of her hitting on him.
On Hermione’s way to charms she felt a hand brush her bottom. She almost got a crick in her neck from snapping her face around so fast to see who it was. “Keep your disgusting death eater hands off of me Malfoy.” The amused look on his face quickly become one of anger. “You know Mudblood, I’m really going to enjoy making you descendo on me with that filthy little mouth of yours one day.” For the first time in Hermione’s seventeen years of life, she was left completely speechless. Draco Malfoy sauntered away, thankfully taking his vulgar mouth with him
That’s when Hermione decided, she was going to make his detention as miserable as possible. She knew Malfoy would be expecting that; so she was going to have to step out of her comfort zone.
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Chapter 3 will have smut, I promise! I just needed to build some type of plot for this story! I will start writing chapter three tonight and hopefully have it up in the next couple of days.
I would love to hear thoughts, opinions, and even constructive criticism. Please review!
I must admit, I don’t really know where this story is going. Basically, I just open Microsoft Word and start typing, so I can’t make any promises lol. However, I do love DM/HG and BZ/HG soooooo… ;) Smut is definitely on the way!
Once again, I do not own Harry Potter or any of the other characters in this amazing series, sadly. Also I do not make any profit.
Read, enjoy, and review! (That may have come off a bit over confident, but I promise, it was optimism! xD)
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Draco Malfoy was livid. How dare that dirty Mudblood bitch ORDER him out like that last night? Pretending to be amused by her actions in order to keep his composure had been a challenge. But no matter, he knew just what to do to get under her skin. He had woken up this morning long before his Slytherin dorm mates and made his way down to the great hall. There he sat, at the Slytherin table, biding his time. He picked at his breakfast distractedly until she entered. He smirked and launched into phase one of his plan.
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Hermione’s eyes opened as soon as the sunlight began creeping into the large bay window of her bedroom. She rushed through her morning shower and threw her hair into a neat ponytail. Pinning her Head Girl badge proudly onto her school robes, she gave herself a confident smile in the mirror and left her room.
She walked to the Head Boy’s bedroom and knocked softly on his door, “Blaise…the washrooms all yours, I’m heading down to breakfast now. Do you need anything before I go?” A loud groan could be heard through the thick door and Hermione rolled her eyes. “Are you decent Blaise?” No answer.
She pushed the door open and peeked her head into the crack. Blaise was laying spread eagle and facedown in the center of his bed. Green silky sheets were tangled around his waist and one green pillow was being held over his head, Hermione guessed this was his attempt to block out the morning sunlight filtering in through his own bay window. After pulling the curtains closed over his windows she filled the empty glass on his bed stand with water conjured from her wand. Blaise smiled apologetically at her before downing the entire glass.
“Classes start in an hour. I’ll be back in a bit with some dry toast for you, but you should really go wash up.”
“Hermione, about Malfoy last night, I-“
“It’s fine.” Hermione closed the door as quietly behind herself as possible.
Harry and Ron were waiting for Hermione outside the Heads Dorm. Walking to breakfast together each morning was their time to complain to Hermione about how hard getting their homework done was without her in the Gryffindor common room to force them. Hermione smiled and linked arms with the boys on either side of her. What would she do if she didn’t have these two around to drive her up the wall?
Upon entering the great hall Professor McGonagall caught Hermione’s eye and beckoned her over. “Save a seat for me, yeah? And don’t eat all the bacon before I get back Ronald.” Hermione handed her book bag over to Harry and approached the long table of professors.
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Hermione practically stomped back to the Gryffindor table five minutes later and picked up her book bag from the seat across from Harry and Ron. Both boys looked up surprised at Hermione’s sudden mood change.
“What happened ‘Mione?” Ron asked cautiously. Hermione swiped three slices of toast from a large serving platter, wrapping two in a napkin, and took a vicious bite of the third. She chewed slowly but didn’t bother to sit down. By the time she swallowed her bite, some of the redness had faded from her cheeks. “The professors have a faculty meeting tonight and it’s Blaise’s night to patrol, so I will be seeing to it that Malfoy serves his detention.”
“Blimey Hermione, that’s great news!” Harry grinned ear to ear and clapped Ron on the back as if they had just won some great victory. Ron raised his goblet of pumpkin juice to Hermione and then took a long swig. “Hermione, you are my hero.” Ron stated without an ounce of humor in his voice.
She merely huffed in annoyance, but nodded her agreement. “You’re right, of course. Hopefully he has to scrub cauldrons in the dungeons. McGonagall said she would speak to Filch later and owl me a time and place to meet Malfoy, so keep your fingers crossed.” Harry continued eating his breakfast in a great mood, while Ron just frowned in confusion at the muggle finger saying. With a quick goodbye, Hermione rushed from the great hall to take Blaise his toast.
“Candied yams” Hermione said to the portrait of the old King guarding the entrance of the Heads Dorm. The book worm portrait may or may not have been Professor McGonagall’s doing, but the password to the Heads Dorm was without a doubt Dumbledore’s idea.
Hermione wasn’t surprised to see Draco Malfoy in the middle of the common room, lounging on a long sofa. Across from him sat Blaise in an overstuffed chair, laughing about something. Hermione was sure Malfoy was here to gloat about pulling one over on her.
Hermione dropped the napkin full of toast down onto the coffee table directly in front of Blaise, then turned to confront Malfoy. Hermione placed her hands on her hips and looked directly into his cobalt silver eyes, “So who gave you detention Malfoy?”
He smirked and stood up. Hermione refused to back down and repeated herself “Malfoy, who gave you a detention?”
Draco couldn’t believe the balls this girl had. He took one more step toward her, his 6’1 frame towering over her measly 5’4. Had Hermione been a Slytherin, he would have felt a great deal of pride in her brazen behavior. The only reaction his intimidating stance seemed to have over her was to make her more determined. Hermione tilted her head back to glare her brown eyes up at the twit.
Blaise abruptly stood behind Hermione and casually slung his arm around her shoulders. He leaned down to breath his words into her ear “Come on Hermione…I let you have your friends around the Heads Dorm without any fights. Why can’t you repay the favor?”
If ever there was a way to reach Hermione through her stubbornness, it was with calm reasoning. Hermione shook his arm off of her shoulders and hoisted her book bag higher back up. It was with a great deal of self control and restraint that she turned away from the soon-to-be fight and left the common room.
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Blaise turned to his best mate with his eyebrows raised. “You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re playing at something with her.”
“But you do know better Zabini” Draco smirked and picked an imaginary piece of lint from his school uniform.
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All throughout Hermione’s morning classes she fumed and practically day dreamed of terrible scenarios Malfoy could be faced with for his detention. She had even half heartedly considered writing Hagrid to ask if he had any magical creatures that needed tending to, knowing Malfoy hated that particular subject in school more than any other; not including muggle studies, obviously. Hermione wasn’t even particularly excited to turn in her award winning potions essay; her entire mood was bitter.
After lunch with Harry, Ron, Ginny, Neville, Seamus, Dean, Lavender, and Parvati, Hermione’s mood was ten times better. Watching Lavender practically drool over the oblivious Ron was something Harry and Hermione took great pleasure in watching. Ron was honestly completely ignorant of her hitting on him.
On Hermione’s way to charms she felt a hand brush her bottom. She almost got a crick in her neck from snapping her face around so fast to see who it was. “Keep your disgusting death eater hands off of me Malfoy.” The amused look on his face quickly become one of anger. “You know Mudblood, I’m really going to enjoy making you descendo on me with that filthy little mouth of yours one day.” For the first time in Hermione’s seventeen years of life, she was left completely speechless. Draco Malfoy sauntered away, thankfully taking his vulgar mouth with him
That’s when Hermione decided, she was going to make his detention as miserable as possible. She knew Malfoy would be expecting that; so she was going to have to step out of her comfort zone.
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Chapter 3 will have smut, I promise! I just needed to build some type of plot for this story! I will start writing chapter three tonight and hopefully have it up in the next couple of days.
I would love to hear thoughts, opinions, and even constructive criticism. Please review!