Beautiful Disaster

Disclaimer: The characters held within are not mine but belong to warner brothers and jk rowling. I\'m only playing with them for a few minutes and will give them back virtually unharmed. There is also no profit being made off of this, so please don\'t sue.

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She couldn\'t describe it. The touches seemed tangible enough, just gliding over parts of her body, slowly, tracing idle patterns on her bare flesh. It was so tantalizing and, yet, so frustrating to never have anything more than a few caresses here and there.

She could almost feel fingertips tracing over the inside of her thighs, moving slowly north before they drew away again. Then it was there again, above her bellybutton, oh, she thought as it traced the underside of her breast, almost like a whisper of air as it moved over her skin.

She was reaching for something, anything, of her mysterious seducer, but found nothing above her but air. And suddenly, she had the sensation she was being filled, completely, fully by something, she guess fingers, as they moved slowly in and out of her pliant body. She was shivering, needing a faster pace, harder, striding towards her release as she finally saw something else of the seducer.

A pair of eyes, dark, full of wanting, need, and desire. The grey orbs stared at her with unabashed longing as his fingers filled her over and over again. She was close, so close. She wished she could grab his wrist and hold him, making sure that he couldn\'t pull away until she was ready for him to. But she couldn’t, there was nothing to grasp as his thumb began making slow movements around her clit. There were more touches, soft idle caresses against her bare thigh, over her knee and back up her body to rub over her stomach. It was driving her mad. She needed him to get her there, and she needed it now. \"Please,\" she whispered.

And she came suddenly, shaking from his touch, realizing that he had no intention of stopping. The grey eyes stared back at her as she closed her own, allowing her release to wash through her. Her breathing was labored, coming out in soft pants as she opened her eyes again to reveal that she was still in her dormitory, the other girls all asleep in their own beds as she sat up and ran her hands over her face.

She\'d never had a dream that vivid before and she knew that she had actually had an orgasm. That was the strangest thing of all. It was real. She could feel his hands on her, stroking her body in an expert rhythm. She bit her lip, wondering what it could mean. She looked at her watch on her bedside table, seeing that it was only two in the morning and lay back in her bed. She stared at the canopy over head, hoping that she would be able to go back to sleep. But as she closed her eyes, all she could see were the light grey eyes staring back at her.

*~*

Two floors down and more towards the middle of the castle, Draco laid on his bed, his hands folded beneath his head as he stared at the ceiling, a cunning smile on his face. He looked over at the book beside him, his grin widening as he thought to himself. He read over the title on the spine of the book and thanked his father for collecting everything he could on the power of the veelas.

He\'d read in the book, not thirty minutes before about some of the powers that veelas possess over their mates. Lucius was right when he said that a caress could bring them to their knees, but that\'s wasn\'t the end of it. Veela\'s had uncontrollable lust for their mate after the initial ‘intercourse’ was to take place. He could just picture that in his head. There was also the violent possessive streak that ran through them, although, no one would ever be able to take her before he was and no one could have her afterwards. She was his and his alone. He had nothing to worry about concerning Potter and Weasley, and yet the thought that they were so close to her drove him mad.

But above all of this, he found an extraordinary perk. He could invade her dreams. All he had to do was picture in his head what she looked like while asleep and close his own eyes, he could send visions to her, vivid, slightly real visions. She would be able to physically feel everything he did to her and it was heaven to hear her moaning for his touch. And when she\'d uttered the word, \"Please\", he knew he had to give over to her request. Watching her shiver and thrash around at his touch was enough to nearly make him come, but he\'d saved that for when he was finished with her. He released her from her dream and made a mad dash to his own personal bathroom to relieve himself.

And now, he was back in his bed, staring at the green canopy above him, wondering how she was sleeping now.

*~*

He waited until after their first potions class before he approached his head of house with his request. He knew there would be questions, which is why he\'d taken the extra time to wait it out and think of plausible answers to his questions.

\"Professor,\" Draco said as he knocked on the door to the potions classroom and found him sitting at his desk, a ladle in a cauldron was stirring on his laboratory table. The dark haired man looked up from his readings at the blond boy and nodded for him to come in.

\"What is it Mr. Malfoy?\"

\"I have something for you from Professor Dumbledore,\" he said extending the piece of parchment to his head of house.

Snape took it, looking oddly at Draco, knowing of his detest for the headmaster, \"Is that all?\"

\"I\'m to await an answer.\"

Snape unfolded the piece of parchment, both his eyebrows nearly shooting into his hair as he looked back at Draco, \"What\'s the meaning of this?\"

\"Dumbledore said if you have any questions that you should take them up with him.\"

He nodded, \"Don\'t worry, I will. I\'ll grant this after I\'ve spoke with the headmaster.\"

\"Yes, sir,\" he said as he turned and walked for the door. As he opened it, he found Hermione on the other side and nearly bumped into her. \"Watch where you\'re going.\"

She narrowed her eyes at him as she moved into the room, seemingly searching for something. He watched her as she moved around the room, and he saw it, a bracelet beside the door. He picked it up, unaware of the Potion master\'s eyes on them. \"Is this what you\'re looking for?\" Draco asked as he held it out to her.

She turned to see the bracelet in his hand. She nodded and walked over to him to take it from him. Her hand grazed his, both of them closing their eyes as her fingertips moved over the palm of his hand. Draco visibly shivered and captured her wrist in his hand, a small gasp exiting her mouth as he placed the bracelet in the palm of her hand, making sure to run his fingers over the skin of her wrist and his fingers over hers. She closed her eyes, her breathing labored as his fingers continued to move over the delicate skin of her hand.

When he released her, her eyes shot open, staring at him confused as he smirked at her and turned to leave. She took several deep breaths before she left the room as well, never paying any mind to the dark haired wizard watching them from his desk.

He ran a hand over his face, trying to piece it all together, when at last he realized that only one person could give him the answers he wanted. He turned off the burner and stopped the ladle from spinning as he left the room in a billow of robes. Dumbledore was seated behind his desk when Severus reached his office.

\"Ah, Severus, right on time.\"

\"Expecting me?\" he asked, a tiny bit annoyed with his presumption.

\"I gather that Mr. Malfoy gave you the note I had given to him.\"

\"Yes, and I witnessed something...rather odd between him and...\"

\"Miss Granger. Yes. I expect there will be many more odd occurrences between the two.\"

\"I don\'t understand your request. Why would you okay for me to seaangeanger and Malfoy together given their rather heated history. He\'s made no qualms about his feelings for muggle borns and she has certainly never pretended to like him in any way.\"

Albus smiled, a genuine smile at that, \"There are things at work now, Severus, that can not be explained. Tell me what it is you witnessed and maybe I can shed some light on it.\"

Severus narrowed his eyes, he didn\'t like being left out of the loop, \"Fine. Granger walked into my classroom as Malfoy was leaving. The usual bite to his words present as she searched for something. Malfoy found it and as she went to take it from him, she suddenly seemed to become flustered. But she wasn\'t the only one, Malfoy seemed to be suffering from the same.\"

Albus nodded, \"I see. I tell you this with the utmost confidence that you will not say a word to anyone about it.\"

\"I understand.\"

He nodded, \"How much do you know about the Malfoy family?\"

\"What do you mean?\"

\"You\'ve been a friend of the family for years, I\'m just wondering how much you\'ve been privy to.\"

\"Lucius keeps his secrets very well hidden, from everyone.\"

\"Draco is part Veela, Severus, as is his father.\"

He furrowed his brow, \"Then what is his...oh, Merlin this is complicated. Lucius would have a fit.\"

Albus nodded, a knowing smile in place, \"I thought the same when Draco brought this information to me.\"

\"Why to you? Draco doesn\'t trust you or anyone else.\"

\"The enemy of thy enemy...\"

\"Is thy friend...so Hermione Granger is Draco Malfoy\'s mate.\"

\"Yes.\"

He shook his head, \"Potter and Weasley would kill him before they let him anywhere near her.\"

\"Which is where your class comes in.\"

Snape nodded, and sighed, \"This is going to be one hell of a year, Albus.\"

Dumbledore smiled, \"I was just thinking the same thing myself.\"

*~*

Hermione wasn\'t sure what was wrong with her. Ever since her encounter with Malfoy in the potions classroom, she hadn\'t felt much like herself. She felt dazed and as if her hand was still burning where he\'d touched her. It was strange justjust the slightest amount of contact had made her feel as if all her nerve endings were on fire.

She walked into the Great Hall, still lost deep in thought as she took a seat beside Ron and across from Harry. She didn\'t put food on her plate immediately, just stared at it, and both boys took notice.

Ron looked over at Harry, then back to Hermione, \"You all right?\"

She looked up at him and realized he said something to her, \"Hmmm? What?\"

He furrowed his brow, \"Are you feeling well?\"

She nodded, \"Fine.\"

Harry raised an eyebrow, \"You...look a little pink.\"

She brought her hands up to her cheeks, \"Do I?\"

They both nodded, \"Yeah.\"

She shrugged, \"I don\'t know why.\"

They both continued to stare at her as she put food on her plate. The doors to the Great Hall opened moments later, and Draco walked in, followed by most of the Slytherins. Everyone turned to look at the commotion, and Hermione caught eyes with him as he smirked at her. She quickly turned back to her food as they all took their seats, \"I bet he does that on purpose,\" Ron grumbled as several girls from other tables continued ogling Draco.

\"He\'s so gorgeous,\" Lavendar smiled dreamily from beside Ron. \"And smells so...delicious.\"

\"Delicious?\" Ron said, eyebrows raised as Lavendar propped her head on her hand and stared dreamily at him.

She nodded, \"Yes, like...cookies.\"

Harry stared at her in an expression of both wonder and worry, \"Cookies?\"

Pavrati shook her head, \"No...it\'s cotton candy,\" she sighed wistfully then whispered something in Lavendar\'s ear that had the other girl look over at her in something close to envy.

\"Really?\"

Pavrati nodded, \"Yes.\"

Hermione rolled her eyes and concentrated on eating her food. She wasn\'t going to let that Slytherin git mess with her head. There was something strange going on with him, but she wasn\'t going to let that effect her in any way. She didn\'t care that all the breath left her body when he\'d grasped her wrist, or that goosebumps rose on her arms as his fingers had moved over the palm of her hand. She looked down at her plate, and found she couldn\'t eat a thing, she made herself sick with how she was acting over a little touch.

She stood and both Harry and Ron took notice of her once again, \"Where are you going?\"

\"Library.\"

Ron rolled his eyes and Harry frowned, \"You didn\'t eat anything?\"

\"Not hungry at the moment.\"

\"We\'ll save you some stuff. And don\'t forget, nine tonight in the Room of Requirement.\"

She nodded and cast one last glance over at Malfoy, who she found was staring at her with unabashed interest. She turned quickly and left, Draco casting looks around at his fellow Slytherins to see if anyone had noticed her exit. Before he could do anything such as stand and follow her, Pansy had thrown herself in his lap and began snogging him for the entire school ee. ee. He heard several hisses from other girls as she attempted to deepen the kiss.

He finally grasped her by the upper arms and pulled back, \"Get the bloody hell off me.\"

\"Come on, Draco...I\'m aching for you.\"

\"Sounds like a personal problem to me. Now get off me.\"

She stood huffily, \"You know what, one of these days we\'re really going to be over,\" she said as she stormed away.

\"I broke up with you two years ago, you daft cow!\"

People all over the hall laughed as she stomped her foot and left quickly. He shook his head, \"It\'s hard being this damn irresistible. Do you know what it\'s like having women throw themselves at you all day?\" He looked at his two companions who just looked utterly confused. He shook his head, \"Nevermind.\"

He stood, but Professor Snape appeared behind him before he could leave completely, \"Mr. Malfoy, follow me. I have business to discuss with you concerning the issues of Head Boy.\"

Draco silently growled at his favorite professor for ruining any plans he had of going after Hermione. He didn\'t even have to interact with her. But another little encounter such as they had that morning would be wonderful in his mind. Except maybe this time he could seduce her out of her clothes. He needed to owl his father and find out how long it took him to get his mother.

Draco followed him down into the dungeons and watched as the older man placed a silencing spell around the potions classroom. He turned and faced Draco, his arms folded over his chest, \"I\'ve had a chat with Dumbledore.\" He furrowed his brow as he stared at his student, \"You\'re not planning to tell Lucius, are you?\"

Draco raised a pale eyebrow, realizing that Dumbledore hadn\'t revealed that Lucius already knew everything and had even traded sides. Draco shook his head slowly and sighed, \"You won\'t tell him either, will you?\"

\"I won\'t. But he will ask. What are you going to tell him?\"

He shrugged, \"I\'ll tell him it\'s some girl I don\'t know.\"

Snape nodded, \"Very well. Also, I\'d...be willing to set up this little arrangement for your new partner to be Ms. Granger.\"

\"Thank you, sir.\"

Snape nodded, \"One more thing before I let you go. Try to control the little...moments you have with Ms. Granger. Had anyone else witnessed your little...interlude you had earlier, you might have gotten yourself into a spot of trouble.\"

\"Of course, Professor.\"

Snape removed the silencing spell and turned his back on Draco, \"You\'re dismissed.\"

Draco turned to leave, giving the Potions Master one last glance before he walked up the stairs one flight and made his way down the corridor to his personal room. But he suddenly had a flash in his brain. Red hair, creeping into his head as a force that made him incredibly angry and possessive. And then there was pain. A gnawing pain in his chest. He turned in the opposite direction and ran until the pain began to ebb. He drew closer and closer to the library. He opened the doors with a loud thud as they banged against the stone walls. He moved quickly, ignoring the stares as he passed other tables and moved to the back of the library. Soon, he heard a soft giggling, and when he rounded the corner, he stopped short, the pain in his chest almost crushing as he watched Ron Weasley kiss his mate.

\"Fifty points from Gryffindor,\" he growled, doing his best to control his temper.

The two shot apart, Hermione looking slightly embarrassed and Ron angry, \"For what?\"

\"Public displays of...affection.\"

\"Oh bugger off and go find some little Slytherin twit to occupy your time.\"

\"Detention tomorrow, then, Weasley for talking back.\"

\"You can\'t do that!\"

\"Ah, Mr. Malfoy,\" they heard a soothing voice come from behind Draco, but he didn\'t turn, just kept his eyes on Hermione\'s, \"I have that book that you\'d come looking for,\" he said as he placed a hand on Draco\'s shoulder and the book in his other hand.

\"Professor, tell Malfoy he can\'t take fifty points from Gryffindor because I was kissing...\"

Dumbledore frowned, \"I\'m afraid he can, Mr. Weasley. It is in our bylaws.\"

Ron’s mouth opened in horror, \"What?\"

Draco never let his eyes waver from Hermione\'s, who still sat by rather embarrassed that she\'d been caught kissing Ron. Dumbledore sighed beside Draco, \"It\'s true. A detention as well?\" Draco only nodded, as he watched her bite her lip and cursed Weasley as he thought about what he\'d seen. \"Well, perhaps we can solve this now. Go tell Professor McGonagall that you are to serve an hour with her tonight and your sentence is finished.\"

Ron collected his books and looked dat Hat Hermione, \"I\'ll talk with you later, in our common room,\" he said loud enough for Draco to hear. He growled softly, something both Hermione and Dumbledore seemed to notice.

He walked away and Draco felt a sudden calm wash over him as he exited the library. He looked over at Dumbledore who gave with a small smile. He seemed to be waiting for something, but with the shuffling of books, he turned back to Hermione to find her shoving her books into her bag. He wanted to walk over to her and kiss her, show her what it was like to be with someone who knew what they were doing, someone she was destined for.

He walked over to stand in front of her table and frowned at the look on her face, \"You\'re mad.\"

\"Damn right I\'m mad,\" she said as she flung her bag over her shoulder. She began to walk away when Draco looked down at the book in his hand that Dumbledore had given to him. He looked over at the older man who only smiled.

\"Granger,\" he said before she could leave, \"you forgot one.\"

She sighed and turned to retrieve it. She took it from his hand and read the cover, \"Veelas and How to Spot Them?\" She looked back up at him, \"This isn\'t mine.\"

He took a step towards her and leaned forward a bit brushing his lips against her ear, \"I think you\'ll find it an...interesting read.\" She took a deep breath, closing her eyes as his breath whispered over the skin of her ear. \"One more thing, stay away from Weasley. I\'d hate to go to Azkaban for killing the git,\" he said before he pulled back from her.

She blinked several times as she stared blankly at the book in her hand, she turned and left, never really comprehending what he was telling her. He knew she\'d get it eventually and she\'d be even angrier than she already was. He turned to find Dumbledore still standing behind him, the old man smiling kindly at Draco, \"That\'s not really in the bylaws, you know?\" Draco said softly, sitting on a table.\"

He nodded, \"I\'m well aware of that, Mr. Malfoy.\"

\"Then why did you say it was?\"

\"I thought it was in Mr. Weasley\'s best interest if he was to leave the room as quickly as possible. You\'ve yet to master controlling your veela temper and that could get you in trouble.\"

\"I didn\'t even know what I was walking into...\"

Dumbledore nodded, \"Yes, you felt a slight pain?\"

\"Slight? Excruciating. It wasn\'t until I was in the library that it was almost bearable.\"

He nodded, \"It\'s a defense mechanism, for Hermione. If you feel that someone is threatening her, or your bond with her, you\'ll feel that pain. Mr. Weasley was obviously threatening you.\"

\"I wanted to kill him.\"

\"But you didn\'t, thankfully.\"

\"If he...pursues anything with her in the Gryffindor common room...\" He frowned, \"I should probably just tell her.\"

Dumbledore nodded, \"There is that option.\"

\"She wouldn\'t believe me.\"

He sighed, \"If it comes to it, that you think you must tell her, I will assist you.\"

He looked up at the headmaster, \"You will?\"

\"Yes. She\'d trust the information from myself, but she will be extremely angry.\"

Draco nodded, \"I just hope it doesn\'t come to that.\"

\"For your sake, I hope the same.\"

Draco sat and watched as the Headmaster left him, still sitting on the table, his head in his hands as he thought to himself. Wooing Granger would be easier if he could get Weasley out of the picture...but sending her the same feelings he had when she had been kissing Ron seemed like the best course of action. Aversion therapy he believed they called it. He\'d make it so she could never go near Ron again. This was a brilliant idea.

To Be Continued...