Twisted Lust
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
26
Views:
31,130
Reviews:
158
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Ever since that night, she hadn't left her room. Draco had only managed to glimpse Potter and Weasley giving her missed course work each and every day. They would stay in her room, but not for long, clearly there had been some sort of rift within the golden trio.
Whenever Draco came in to check up on her, it was always the same. He would walk in and she would be lying there, naked underneath the duvet covers, her glassy eyes boring into whoever it was that had entered. She answered with no intonation, only one word answers.
Apart from her monosyllabic answers, Draco rarely heard her make any other noise. He had been in the hospital wing since the night they'd had their scuffle, due to a broken foot. Turns out kicking chairs with all his might didn't bode well with his bones.
Anyway, since his return she had permitted him to eat dinner with him on her bed, they made very little conversation. And then the moment they had finished she had promptly kicked him out citing that she had volumes of missed coursework to catch up on
The teachers, Draco found, were surprisingly un-alarmed by what was going on. On Monday, McGonagall had come in to ask her what seemed to be the problem. Granger had managed to talk her way out of that one, and no one had bothered her since
Another thing which had changed since Draco's coming back from the hospital wing, was an eerie sense of being watched at night. Every night, he felt he was constantly under scrutiny, and he never knew why. Occasionally he would awaken, and he swore one night he saw a flash of red, however he quickly dismissed it and returned to sleep. A sleep which felt more like he was having deep conversations with his mind.
Oddly, Draco missed her constant flirtations and overall presence. After all, she was perhaps the only student who dared speak to him in public after the events that had precipitated in sixth year.
Surprise didn't even begin to cover the fact that they had let him return to Hogwarts. And on top of that, they had given him his Head Boy badge.
What plagued Draco just sounded like endless whining. Most students avoided him like the plague, he had no mother, his father was in prison, basically he didn’t have anyone to love him, to care about him. That emotion was what struck Draco the most, he had never needed much physical or mental affection from anyone.
Yet as his seventh year began, new emotions formed, he wasn’t cold like he had always been, he felt there was something inside him, something missing. But he couldn’t place it. Of course, that wasn't going to stop him from thinking he was better than all the other miscreants which milled around the halls of Hogwarts, Malfoy's were and would always be superior. And even though he had sworn he held no affiliation to his father while he rotted away in prison, he secretly still loved him. A twisted love of a son for a father who had beaten him and put him down far too many times to count. Maybe it was better that he was locked away, but that didn't change Draco's admiration for Lucius.
But perhaps what shocked Draco the most, was this blossoming affection for Granger. Not only had he always lived thinking she was unpure due to her blood line, but now she was literally being unpure in front of his very eyes, and he could not help but like her more than he ever had.
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Hermione couldn't help being alone, after having been so surrounded since school had started she needed air. But this being locked up, not having her daily sexual contact meant bad things. Because now, she could not help the touch which crept under her skin, she could not deny it's presence.
When people came to visit her, she remained unresponsive. She could tell Harry and Ron were annoyed with her, they wanted her to help them, always wanted her to help, but now she was useless, she was like a dead corpse. So after trying to talk to her and getting no results, they would leave.
Draco, on the other hand, was the only person she could tolerate briefly. Perhaps because he had held a certain distaste for her almost all his life, he had never been around, and now it was him she could tolerate the most.
Hermione knew it was creepy, but at night she tiptoed into Draco's room, it was just behind hers after all. She would sit there and watch him, watch him sleep. Sometimes he would moan, sometimes he would shake and tremble, but most of the time he was peaceful. What bothered her most about Draco when he slept was his vulnerability, she was so used to his icy frontier he put, but when he slept it was like watching a little boy.
One night, he almost caught her. He had been trembling, the bedpost had been shaking, and all she did was sit there and watch. He had sat up with a jump and stared right at her, and at that Hermione had gone bolting and quickly hidden her giggles within the palm of her hand. She crossed her fingers that he had dismissed her as an illusion and gone back to sleep.
She hoped.
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Saturday.
Draco woke up, large circles were now beginning to form beneath his silvery eyes, the amount of sleep he was getting was unnerving, he was still not used to the mere three hours was getting.
The first thing he did was press his head against the thin wall separating his room and Hermione's, just to make sure she was sleeping peacefully. Having heard no noise he scampered to the bathroom, in the hopes of taking a long shower before the day began.
Draco tore off his clothes and wrapped a fluffy green towel against his skin. It was so soft it was almost scratching his skin. He pushed open the bathroom door, deep in his thoughts, the shower door was steamed, the whole room was steamed, humid, a suffocating humid. He slipped into the shower, turning the shower head to full blast, he needed it to beat down on him, needed to feel a bit of pain from it. That’s when out of the corner of his eye he spotted a dark object sitting in one of the corners of the shower compartment.
He jumped, slipping almost on the tiles, before stabilizing himself on the wall.
“What the fu… Granger?”
She sat there, her auburn locks drenched and plastered to her face, two amber eyes peeking from behind her knees, her red negligee she slept in soaked through.
He crawled over and sat next to her, sat so his body pressed against hers. They sat there, sat in the shower as the water beat down on the tiles. They didn’t hold hands, they didn’t look at each other, but their bare arms pressed against one another. His heat radiated into her cold skin, they melded together. They sat there for what seemed to be an hour, he watched her out of the corner of his eye, watched her chest heave up and down.
Unbeknown to Draco, Hermione was also watching him from the corner of her eye. Watching the sun reflect off his silvery hair, watching beads of dew form on his strong upper arms.
Eventually she could no longer uphold the silence and turned to him, he jumped a little, he had been dazed in another world and movement seemed foreign to him.
The auburn orbs locked with the silver.
“Did you see it?” she asked, her voice resonating in the shower.
He paused for a moment, still searching in the depths of her eyes.
“Yeah, I did” he whispered to her.
She kept her gaze on him and then grabbed the back of his neck and pressed her lips down on his. He gasped, feeling her tongue slide over his perfect teeth, slither into his warm mouth. He felt her breathe into him, consuming his own supply of oxygen.
His lips were soft, tender flesh like she knew they would be. With that kiss she radiated everything that bothered her, and she knew he could sense it. She pressed into him, pressed her body into his, skin on skin. She kept kissing him, until her head was light and she had no more air, she pulled back. Staring at him, his eyes half closed, he breathed out.
“You were….”
“So real” she breathed back, the words rolling from her tongue.
She got up, he heard her feet clacking on the wet tiles, shutting off the stream of water, he watched as she left the bathroom, watched through the opalescent shower door. No words, no words to describe how he felt, how it felt. So real.
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(edited 05.22.08)
Whenever Draco came in to check up on her, it was always the same. He would walk in and she would be lying there, naked underneath the duvet covers, her glassy eyes boring into whoever it was that had entered. She answered with no intonation, only one word answers.
Apart from her monosyllabic answers, Draco rarely heard her make any other noise. He had been in the hospital wing since the night they'd had their scuffle, due to a broken foot. Turns out kicking chairs with all his might didn't bode well with his bones.
Anyway, since his return she had permitted him to eat dinner with him on her bed, they made very little conversation. And then the moment they had finished she had promptly kicked him out citing that she had volumes of missed coursework to catch up on
The teachers, Draco found, were surprisingly un-alarmed by what was going on. On Monday, McGonagall had come in to ask her what seemed to be the problem. Granger had managed to talk her way out of that one, and no one had bothered her since
Another thing which had changed since Draco's coming back from the hospital wing, was an eerie sense of being watched at night. Every night, he felt he was constantly under scrutiny, and he never knew why. Occasionally he would awaken, and he swore one night he saw a flash of red, however he quickly dismissed it and returned to sleep. A sleep which felt more like he was having deep conversations with his mind.
Oddly, Draco missed her constant flirtations and overall presence. After all, she was perhaps the only student who dared speak to him in public after the events that had precipitated in sixth year.
Surprise didn't even begin to cover the fact that they had let him return to Hogwarts. And on top of that, they had given him his Head Boy badge.
What plagued Draco just sounded like endless whining. Most students avoided him like the plague, he had no mother, his father was in prison, basically he didn’t have anyone to love him, to care about him. That emotion was what struck Draco the most, he had never needed much physical or mental affection from anyone.
Yet as his seventh year began, new emotions formed, he wasn’t cold like he had always been, he felt there was something inside him, something missing. But he couldn’t place it. Of course, that wasn't going to stop him from thinking he was better than all the other miscreants which milled around the halls of Hogwarts, Malfoy's were and would always be superior. And even though he had sworn he held no affiliation to his father while he rotted away in prison, he secretly still loved him. A twisted love of a son for a father who had beaten him and put him down far too many times to count. Maybe it was better that he was locked away, but that didn't change Draco's admiration for Lucius.
But perhaps what shocked Draco the most, was this blossoming affection for Granger. Not only had he always lived thinking she was unpure due to her blood line, but now she was literally being unpure in front of his very eyes, and he could not help but like her more than he ever had.
__________________________________________
Hermione couldn't help being alone, after having been so surrounded since school had started she needed air. But this being locked up, not having her daily sexual contact meant bad things. Because now, she could not help the touch which crept under her skin, she could not deny it's presence.
When people came to visit her, she remained unresponsive. She could tell Harry and Ron were annoyed with her, they wanted her to help them, always wanted her to help, but now she was useless, she was like a dead corpse. So after trying to talk to her and getting no results, they would leave.
Draco, on the other hand, was the only person she could tolerate briefly. Perhaps because he had held a certain distaste for her almost all his life, he had never been around, and now it was him she could tolerate the most.
Hermione knew it was creepy, but at night she tiptoed into Draco's room, it was just behind hers after all. She would sit there and watch him, watch him sleep. Sometimes he would moan, sometimes he would shake and tremble, but most of the time he was peaceful. What bothered her most about Draco when he slept was his vulnerability, she was so used to his icy frontier he put, but when he slept it was like watching a little boy.
One night, he almost caught her. He had been trembling, the bedpost had been shaking, and all she did was sit there and watch. He had sat up with a jump and stared right at her, and at that Hermione had gone bolting and quickly hidden her giggles within the palm of her hand. She crossed her fingers that he had dismissed her as an illusion and gone back to sleep.
She hoped.
_______________________________________________
Saturday.
Draco woke up, large circles were now beginning to form beneath his silvery eyes, the amount of sleep he was getting was unnerving, he was still not used to the mere three hours was getting.
The first thing he did was press his head against the thin wall separating his room and Hermione's, just to make sure she was sleeping peacefully. Having heard no noise he scampered to the bathroom, in the hopes of taking a long shower before the day began.
Draco tore off his clothes and wrapped a fluffy green towel against his skin. It was so soft it was almost scratching his skin. He pushed open the bathroom door, deep in his thoughts, the shower door was steamed, the whole room was steamed, humid, a suffocating humid. He slipped into the shower, turning the shower head to full blast, he needed it to beat down on him, needed to feel a bit of pain from it. That’s when out of the corner of his eye he spotted a dark object sitting in one of the corners of the shower compartment.
He jumped, slipping almost on the tiles, before stabilizing himself on the wall.
“What the fu… Granger?”
She sat there, her auburn locks drenched and plastered to her face, two amber eyes peeking from behind her knees, her red negligee she slept in soaked through.
He crawled over and sat next to her, sat so his body pressed against hers. They sat there, sat in the shower as the water beat down on the tiles. They didn’t hold hands, they didn’t look at each other, but their bare arms pressed against one another. His heat radiated into her cold skin, they melded together. They sat there for what seemed to be an hour, he watched her out of the corner of his eye, watched her chest heave up and down.
Unbeknown to Draco, Hermione was also watching him from the corner of her eye. Watching the sun reflect off his silvery hair, watching beads of dew form on his strong upper arms.
Eventually she could no longer uphold the silence and turned to him, he jumped a little, he had been dazed in another world and movement seemed foreign to him.
The auburn orbs locked with the silver.
“Did you see it?” she asked, her voice resonating in the shower.
He paused for a moment, still searching in the depths of her eyes.
“Yeah, I did” he whispered to her.
She kept her gaze on him and then grabbed the back of his neck and pressed her lips down on his. He gasped, feeling her tongue slide over his perfect teeth, slither into his warm mouth. He felt her breathe into him, consuming his own supply of oxygen.
His lips were soft, tender flesh like she knew they would be. With that kiss she radiated everything that bothered her, and she knew he could sense it. She pressed into him, pressed her body into his, skin on skin. She kept kissing him, until her head was light and she had no more air, she pulled back. Staring at him, his eyes half closed, he breathed out.
“You were….”
“So real” she breathed back, the words rolling from her tongue.
She got up, he heard her feet clacking on the wet tiles, shutting off the stream of water, he watched as she left the bathroom, watched through the opalescent shower door. No words, no words to describe how he felt, how it felt. So real.
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(edited 05.22.08)