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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
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Adult +
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16
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5
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Abracadabra
ABRACADABRA
Lyrics : The Steve Miller Band
Characters : JK Rowling
Disclaimer : None of this belongs to me…hence my state of poverty. (oooh, that’s rhymes!)
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
I heat up, I can't cool down
You got me spinnin'
'Round and 'round
'Round and 'round and 'round it goes
Where it stops nobody knows
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
Hermione looked flushed as she walked into the Potions lab. In all honesty, she had raced down to the dungeons, but only because she actually tried to put some care into how she looked. Unfortunately, a lot of that work had come undone in her race to arrive on time.
Draco smirked as she entered.
“So kind of you to join me.” He said coolly.
“Something came up.” Was all Hermione offered in way of an apology.
He wondered if she had read his note. He frowned at her appearance. Apparently not…oops…wait…was that a bit of gloss on her lips and…Merlin preserve him…eyeliner! He sniffed the air delicately as she approached. It was something flowery, faintly musky, and definitely suitable for Hermione. His lips twitched in amusement. Nice to know he hadn't lost the Slytherin charm and appeal.
Inwardly, she cursed herself for even caring about what he thought about her looks. Her looks would not help her to be a great witch. Her smarts would.
“Let’s get started, shall we?” She asked. “The sooner we start, the sooner we finish.”
“And the sooner you can return to your precious Gryffindors?” He mocked.
She flushed.
“Well, I was going to say the sooner we can go for a walk, but since your suggestion holds soooo much more appeal to me, I’ll do that instead.”
Mentally, he kicked himself.
((Smooth, Malfoy...real smooth.))
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
Every time you call my name
I heat up like a burnin' flame
Burnin' flame full of desire
Kiss me baby, let the fire get higher
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
“Pass me the Essence of Tiger Claw, please.” Hermione said, her concentration on the number of stirs in the counter-clockwise direction.
“Say my name.” He countered.
“Malfoy.”
“Nuh-uh…the other one.”
“I’m not saying that!” Hermione protested.
Draco frowned, confused. Realization dawned quickly however. Oh the fun to be had with this!
He edged closer, standing behind her, pinning her between himself and their workstation.
“Come on…it’s not that hard…”
Hermione’s eyes closed.
“I’m not saying that!”
“We’re not in public.”
“I’m still not saying it.”
“What’s so hard about it?” Draco asked, realizing rather late that he was starting to find himself in that exact state.
“It’s embarrassing.”
“If I say it, will you say it?”
“No, you take great pleasure in saying it.”
“My dear, I take pleasure in many things.” He leaned down to whisper in her ear. “Saying my own name is not one of them, amazingly enough. You saying it, however, would give me pleasure. Come on…say it…Drrraaacooooo.”
“What?!?!” Hermione opened her eyes in disbelief. She pushed backwards hard, causing him to stumble.
Ah, here was that passion he knew existed.
“You made me think that you want me to call you….that other name.”
“Not my fault what you think, Princess.” He shrugged innocently. “But if you had called me that, I wouldn’t have complained.”
“You’re impossible!” She huffed, still angry.
“You’re just realizing this now?” He asked, amused.
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
Abra-abra-cadabra
I want to reach out and grab ya
Abra-abra-cadabra
Abracadabra
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
She wanted to throttle him.
She wanted to kick him.
She wanted to hex him.
She wanted to kiss him.
She wanted to finish this potion and get the heck away from him.
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
You make me hot, you make me sigh
You make me laugh, you make me cry
Keep me burnin' for your love
With the touch of a velvet glove
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
“Were you playing with the charcoaled wood again?” Hermione asked tiredly.
“Maybe.” Draco shrugged innocently. “Why do you ask?”
Hermione pointed to his face.
He wiped his forehead.
She shook her head.
He wiped the bridge of his nose.
She shook her head.
He wiped his chin.
She shook her head.
“Look, would you just get it for me?” He glared.
“Well, gee, since you asked so nicely.” She countered.
“Princess, don’t tempt me.” Draco warned as she stepped closer. He handed her his handkerchief.
Reaching up, she gently wiped his right cheek and wiped the grayish-black smear from his pale skin, while balancing herself with a hand on his shoulder.
“All gone.” She whispered.
“Thanks.” He stepped back.
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
Abra-abra-cadabra
I want to reach out and grab ya
Abra-abra-cadabra
Abracadabra
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
((Okay, you wanted to pull him closer, admit it!)) Hermione’s mind mocked her.
((You want a Gryffindor!)) Draco’s mind taunted him.
((You’re doomed.)) Two minds uttered.
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
I feel the magic in your caress
I feel magic when I touch your dress
Silk and satin, leather and lace
Black panties with an angel's face
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
Draco stared as Hermione removed her robes.
“What? It’s hot in here!” She complained.
“You’re probably the first to say that.” He pointed out, gazing pointedly around the dark dungeons.
“Well, with the fire and me doing all the work….”
“I’m saving my energy.”
“For what?”
“Care to find out how I earned that nickname?” Draco teased.
Hermione blushed.
“We need eye of newt next.” Draco pointed out. “How utterly contrite.”
Hermione nodded, rather disappointed that such a stereotypical witch ingredient existed.
“It’s in the store room. I’ll get it.”
Draco watched as Hermione disappeared into the large panty. He took this time to calm himself.
((Merlin, that was a short skirt beneath those long robes!))
“EEK!”
Draco ran to the pantry at Hermione’s scream.
“What’s the matter?”
“Unsteady ladder.” She replied. “Just need to balance myself. The eye of newt is near the top.”
“I’ll hold the ladder.” Draco offered.
“Thank you.”
Draco moved closer and wrapped his hands around the wooden ladder. After a few moments, he looked up to check on Hermione’s progress.
Merlin.
Black knickers! Black. Lace. Knickers.
Hermione Granger, Gryffindor Princess, was wearing black lace knickers.
Hermione looked down to signal her descent and noticed Draco’s face.
((Crap.)) She had forgotten what she was wearing.
“Ummm…Draco?” She called out.
“Huh? Wha? Oh, right…I’ve got the ladder.” He looked away as she climbed down.
“I see you got my note.” He smirked.
Narrowing her eyes, Hermione marched back to their potion.
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
I see magic in your eyes
I hear the magic in your sighs
Just when I think I'm gonna get away
I hear those words that you always say
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
Hermione looked up to see Draco eyeing the bubbling cauldron in fascination.
“Have you ever made this before?” She asked.
“No. I’m curious to see how exact we need to be.”
“It’s Potions, Malfoy, we have to be exact.” Hermione pointed out.
He placed a finger under her chin and lifted it up to face him.
“Drrrraaaacoooo.” He teased. “It’s not that hard.”
“Draco.” Hermione whispered softly.
He found himself drowning in dark brown eyes.
Merlin, if her saying his name in a lab could make him come undone, he could only imagine the reaction he would have if she said it while under him.
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
Abra-abra-cadabra
I want to reach out and grab ya
Abra-abra-cadabra
Abracadabra
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
Hermione stared into grey-blue eyes and again felt naked. He had that effect on her. Like he knew what she was thinking, feeling, experiencing…she had seldom spoken to him and yet she felt as if she had no secrets from him.
The room spun around her as she realized this.
Dizzily, she reached out she clutched her robes, pulling him closer to him.
Draco’s arms reached around Hermione to help steady her.
“Easy, Princess. Not here in the lab.” His voice teased gently.
“Pardon me?”
“If you insist on swooning around me, could you at least do it in a place where I can take advantage of the situation?”
“You. Are. Such. A. Prat.” Hermione regained her inner balance and pushed herself away.
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
Every time you call my name
I heat up like a burnin' flame
Burnin' flame full of desire
Kiss me baby, let the fire get higher
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
“Princess.” Draco reached for her, but she danced away. “I’m just teasing you.”
“Well, I don’t want to be teased, Draco.” She protested angrily.
“Then stop moving away.” He replied smugly.
Hermione frowned.
“How does my movement relate to your infantile behaviour?” She asked.
“Because you said my name, Princess. You deserve to be rewarded.” Draco smoothly stalked closer.
Hermione gulped.
“A reward from a Slytherin? Sounds dangerous. Is it boobytrapped?”
“No. Not boobytrapped.” Draco smiled as invaded Hermione’s personal space. “But it can be dangerous.”
He leaned down and brushed his lips across Hermione’s. Gasping, she clutched at his robes for the second time in under five minutes. His tongue gently invaded her mouth, as his hands settled on the small of her back. She moaned softly, pulling Draco closer.
GURGLE! GURGLE! POP!
Hermione stepped back in shock.
“I see why you say dangerous.” She gazed at the cauldron, begin to boil over. “We forgot our job.”
Draco released Hermione and raced over to stir the potion. It quickly settled down.
“No harm done.” He pointed out.
“I hope you’re right.” Hermione said quietly. He didn’t know if she was referring to the potion or their kiss and right now, he didn’t want to know.
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
I heat up, I can't cool down
My situation goes 'round and 'round
I heat up, I can't cool down
My situation goes 'round and 'round
I heat up, I can't cool down
My situation goes 'round and 'round
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
In the end, they had created a dozen bottles of the Draught of Humility for Professor Snape. By the time they were done cleaning up, curfew was almost upon them and Draco sadly admitted that their walk would have to wait. Hermione, racing up the stairs to the Gryffindor rooms, called back over her shoulders that she was going to spend her spare time with her housemates thanks to his suggestion.
He grinned, watching her run up the stairs, robe in her arms. He found himself hoping for a glance of the black lace again. Disappointed, he returned to his own common room.
Blaise watched as Draco stared around him, silently acknowledging the greetings and calls out of sympathy for having to spend time with the Mudblood. Smiling, Draco waved and proceeded up to his room. Excusing himself from the group by the fire, Blaise followed.
He leaned in the doorway, watching as Draco threw himself on to his bed.
“Trouble in the Dungeons?” He asked.
“Nope.” Draco replied.
“Uh huh…Crabbe and Goyle and the other oblivious people might believe that. Not I.” Blaise sat down on the foot of the bed, his back to Draco. “So?”
“We made the potion.” Draco said.
“And?”
“She was wearing black lace knickers.”
“And?”
“We argued.”
“And?”
Silence.
“Oh my, something did happen!” Blaise resisted the urge to crow.
“Look, we kissed.”
”A snogging session in Snape’s cellar?”
“We weren’t snogging!” Draco protested. “We simply kissed.”
“Well?”
“Now I know why all the all Gryffindors smile.” Draco replied, playing that kiss over and over in his mind.
"Malfoy, here's a problem. Slytherin's don't kiss. We're not romantics. We don't do the whole touchy-feeling crap that the others like. We lust. We crave. We take. We dominate."
"Are you saying I don't know that?" Draco growled.
"I just don't want you go going all un-Slytherin on us." Blaise shrugged.
"No worries, my friend...I'm a snake, through and through. I simply want her. Once I've had her, I'll return to my normal charming self." Draco promised.
Blaise laughed.
"Normal, perhaps, but no one has ever called you charming." Blaise looked back at Draco propped on his green satin pillows. "Well, except for Pansy when you graced her with your attentions."
Draco flipped a hand up into the air careless.
"Yeah, I came, I saw, I conquered...just like half of Slytherin by now. Who needs a gym, when you work off the extra energy with Pansy?"
The two boys exchanged a few more crude jokes before the others came up to call it a night.
Lyrics : The Steve Miller Band
Characters : JK Rowling
Disclaimer : None of this belongs to me…hence my state of poverty. (oooh, that’s rhymes!)
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
I heat up, I can't cool down
You got me spinnin'
'Round and 'round
'Round and 'round and 'round it goes
Where it stops nobody knows
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
Hermione looked flushed as she walked into the Potions lab. In all honesty, she had raced down to the dungeons, but only because she actually tried to put some care into how she looked. Unfortunately, a lot of that work had come undone in her race to arrive on time.
Draco smirked as she entered.
“So kind of you to join me.” He said coolly.
“Something came up.” Was all Hermione offered in way of an apology.
He wondered if she had read his note. He frowned at her appearance. Apparently not…oops…wait…was that a bit of gloss on her lips and…Merlin preserve him…eyeliner! He sniffed the air delicately as she approached. It was something flowery, faintly musky, and definitely suitable for Hermione. His lips twitched in amusement. Nice to know he hadn't lost the Slytherin charm and appeal.
Inwardly, she cursed herself for even caring about what he thought about her looks. Her looks would not help her to be a great witch. Her smarts would.
“Let’s get started, shall we?” She asked. “The sooner we start, the sooner we finish.”
“And the sooner you can return to your precious Gryffindors?” He mocked.
She flushed.
“Well, I was going to say the sooner we can go for a walk, but since your suggestion holds soooo much more appeal to me, I’ll do that instead.”
Mentally, he kicked himself.
((Smooth, Malfoy...real smooth.))
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
Every time you call my name
I heat up like a burnin' flame
Burnin' flame full of desire
Kiss me baby, let the fire get higher
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
“Pass me the Essence of Tiger Claw, please.” Hermione said, her concentration on the number of stirs in the counter-clockwise direction.
“Say my name.” He countered.
“Malfoy.”
“Nuh-uh…the other one.”
“I’m not saying that!” Hermione protested.
Draco frowned, confused. Realization dawned quickly however. Oh the fun to be had with this!
He edged closer, standing behind her, pinning her between himself and their workstation.
“Come on…it’s not that hard…”
Hermione’s eyes closed.
“I’m not saying that!”
“We’re not in public.”
“I’m still not saying it.”
“What’s so hard about it?” Draco asked, realizing rather late that he was starting to find himself in that exact state.
“It’s embarrassing.”
“If I say it, will you say it?”
“No, you take great pleasure in saying it.”
“My dear, I take pleasure in many things.” He leaned down to whisper in her ear. “Saying my own name is not one of them, amazingly enough. You saying it, however, would give me pleasure. Come on…say it…Drrraaacooooo.”
“What?!?!” Hermione opened her eyes in disbelief. She pushed backwards hard, causing him to stumble.
Ah, here was that passion he knew existed.
“You made me think that you want me to call you….that other name.”
“Not my fault what you think, Princess.” He shrugged innocently. “But if you had called me that, I wouldn’t have complained.”
“You’re impossible!” She huffed, still angry.
“You’re just realizing this now?” He asked, amused.
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
Abra-abra-cadabra
I want to reach out and grab ya
Abra-abra-cadabra
Abracadabra
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
She wanted to throttle him.
She wanted to kick him.
She wanted to hex him.
She wanted to kiss him.
She wanted to finish this potion and get the heck away from him.
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
You make me hot, you make me sigh
You make me laugh, you make me cry
Keep me burnin' for your love
With the touch of a velvet glove
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
“Were you playing with the charcoaled wood again?” Hermione asked tiredly.
“Maybe.” Draco shrugged innocently. “Why do you ask?”
Hermione pointed to his face.
He wiped his forehead.
She shook her head.
He wiped the bridge of his nose.
She shook her head.
He wiped his chin.
She shook her head.
“Look, would you just get it for me?” He glared.
“Well, gee, since you asked so nicely.” She countered.
“Princess, don’t tempt me.” Draco warned as she stepped closer. He handed her his handkerchief.
Reaching up, she gently wiped his right cheek and wiped the grayish-black smear from his pale skin, while balancing herself with a hand on his shoulder.
“All gone.” She whispered.
“Thanks.” He stepped back.
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
Abra-abra-cadabra
I want to reach out and grab ya
Abra-abra-cadabra
Abracadabra
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
((Okay, you wanted to pull him closer, admit it!)) Hermione’s mind mocked her.
((You want a Gryffindor!)) Draco’s mind taunted him.
((You’re doomed.)) Two minds uttered.
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
I feel the magic in your caress
I feel magic when I touch your dress
Silk and satin, leather and lace
Black panties with an angel's face
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
Draco stared as Hermione removed her robes.
“What? It’s hot in here!” She complained.
“You’re probably the first to say that.” He pointed out, gazing pointedly around the dark dungeons.
“Well, with the fire and me doing all the work….”
“I’m saving my energy.”
“For what?”
“Care to find out how I earned that nickname?” Draco teased.
Hermione blushed.
“We need eye of newt next.” Draco pointed out. “How utterly contrite.”
Hermione nodded, rather disappointed that such a stereotypical witch ingredient existed.
“It’s in the store room. I’ll get it.”
Draco watched as Hermione disappeared into the large panty. He took this time to calm himself.
((Merlin, that was a short skirt beneath those long robes!))
“EEK!”
Draco ran to the pantry at Hermione’s scream.
“What’s the matter?”
“Unsteady ladder.” She replied. “Just need to balance myself. The eye of newt is near the top.”
“I’ll hold the ladder.” Draco offered.
“Thank you.”
Draco moved closer and wrapped his hands around the wooden ladder. After a few moments, he looked up to check on Hermione’s progress.
Merlin.
Black knickers! Black. Lace. Knickers.
Hermione Granger, Gryffindor Princess, was wearing black lace knickers.
Hermione looked down to signal her descent and noticed Draco’s face.
((Crap.)) She had forgotten what she was wearing.
“Ummm…Draco?” She called out.
“Huh? Wha? Oh, right…I’ve got the ladder.” He looked away as she climbed down.
“I see you got my note.” He smirked.
Narrowing her eyes, Hermione marched back to their potion.
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
I see magic in your eyes
I hear the magic in your sighs
Just when I think I'm gonna get away
I hear those words that you always say
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
Hermione looked up to see Draco eyeing the bubbling cauldron in fascination.
“Have you ever made this before?” She asked.
“No. I’m curious to see how exact we need to be.”
“It’s Potions, Malfoy, we have to be exact.” Hermione pointed out.
He placed a finger under her chin and lifted it up to face him.
“Drrrraaaacoooo.” He teased. “It’s not that hard.”
“Draco.” Hermione whispered softly.
He found himself drowning in dark brown eyes.
Merlin, if her saying his name in a lab could make him come undone, he could only imagine the reaction he would have if she said it while under him.
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
Abra-abra-cadabra
I want to reach out and grab ya
Abra-abra-cadabra
Abracadabra
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
Hermione stared into grey-blue eyes and again felt naked. He had that effect on her. Like he knew what she was thinking, feeling, experiencing…she had seldom spoken to him and yet she felt as if she had no secrets from him.
The room spun around her as she realized this.
Dizzily, she reached out she clutched her robes, pulling him closer to him.
Draco’s arms reached around Hermione to help steady her.
“Easy, Princess. Not here in the lab.” His voice teased gently.
“Pardon me?”
“If you insist on swooning around me, could you at least do it in a place where I can take advantage of the situation?”
“You. Are. Such. A. Prat.” Hermione regained her inner balance and pushed herself away.
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
Every time you call my name
I heat up like a burnin' flame
Burnin' flame full of desire
Kiss me baby, let the fire get higher
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
“Princess.” Draco reached for her, but she danced away. “I’m just teasing you.”
“Well, I don’t want to be teased, Draco.” She protested angrily.
“Then stop moving away.” He replied smugly.
Hermione frowned.
“How does my movement relate to your infantile behaviour?” She asked.
“Because you said my name, Princess. You deserve to be rewarded.” Draco smoothly stalked closer.
Hermione gulped.
“A reward from a Slytherin? Sounds dangerous. Is it boobytrapped?”
“No. Not boobytrapped.” Draco smiled as invaded Hermione’s personal space. “But it can be dangerous.”
He leaned down and brushed his lips across Hermione’s. Gasping, she clutched at his robes for the second time in under five minutes. His tongue gently invaded her mouth, as his hands settled on the small of her back. She moaned softly, pulling Draco closer.
GURGLE! GURGLE! POP!
Hermione stepped back in shock.
“I see why you say dangerous.” She gazed at the cauldron, begin to boil over. “We forgot our job.”
Draco released Hermione and raced over to stir the potion. It quickly settled down.
“No harm done.” He pointed out.
“I hope you’re right.” Hermione said quietly. He didn’t know if she was referring to the potion or their kiss and right now, he didn’t want to know.
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
I heat up, I can't cool down
My situation goes 'round and 'round
I heat up, I can't cool down
My situation goes 'round and 'round
I heat up, I can't cool down
My situation goes 'round and 'round
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
In the end, they had created a dozen bottles of the Draught of Humility for Professor Snape. By the time they were done cleaning up, curfew was almost upon them and Draco sadly admitted that their walk would have to wait. Hermione, racing up the stairs to the Gryffindor rooms, called back over her shoulders that she was going to spend her spare time with her housemates thanks to his suggestion.
He grinned, watching her run up the stairs, robe in her arms. He found himself hoping for a glance of the black lace again. Disappointed, he returned to his own common room.
Blaise watched as Draco stared around him, silently acknowledging the greetings and calls out of sympathy for having to spend time with the Mudblood. Smiling, Draco waved and proceeded up to his room. Excusing himself from the group by the fire, Blaise followed.
He leaned in the doorway, watching as Draco threw himself on to his bed.
“Trouble in the Dungeons?” He asked.
“Nope.” Draco replied.
“Uh huh…Crabbe and Goyle and the other oblivious people might believe that. Not I.” Blaise sat down on the foot of the bed, his back to Draco. “So?”
“We made the potion.” Draco said.
“And?”
“She was wearing black lace knickers.”
“And?”
“We argued.”
“And?”
Silence.
“Oh my, something did happen!” Blaise resisted the urge to crow.
“Look, we kissed.”
”A snogging session in Snape’s cellar?”
“We weren’t snogging!” Draco protested. “We simply kissed.”
“Well?”
“Now I know why all the all Gryffindors smile.” Draco replied, playing that kiss over and over in his mind.
"Malfoy, here's a problem. Slytherin's don't kiss. We're not romantics. We don't do the whole touchy-feeling crap that the others like. We lust. We crave. We take. We dominate."
"Are you saying I don't know that?" Draco growled.
"I just don't want you go going all un-Slytherin on us." Blaise shrugged.
"No worries, my friend...I'm a snake, through and through. I simply want her. Once I've had her, I'll return to my normal charming self." Draco promised.
Blaise laughed.
"Normal, perhaps, but no one has ever called you charming." Blaise looked back at Draco propped on his green satin pillows. "Well, except for Pansy when you graced her with your attentions."
Draco flipped a hand up into the air careless.
"Yeah, I came, I saw, I conquered...just like half of Slytherin by now. Who needs a gym, when you work off the extra energy with Pansy?"
The two boys exchanged a few more crude jokes before the others came up to call it a night.