Halloween Mix-Up

Halloween Mix-Up

by: Tassana Burrfoot





Chapter Two: First Hit





"You will come again tomorrow night and finish this," Snape told her, casting his eyes over the battered books. She almost had all of them done, but he had told her she\'d have to finish it before.



Hermione nodded in understanding. She picked up her books and left the library, exhausted and annoyed. She knew Snape had done it on purpose. He delighted in tormenting students. She just wished she knew of a way to torment him back, without getting caught, that is.



"Granger? What are you doing out of your den so late?" taunted Malfoy as he approached her in the corridors.



Hermione glared at him. "Go away, Malfoy. I\'m too tired to deal with you tonight," she snapped, pushing past him, her arm brushing against his.



He grabbed her roughly by the arm. "You little wench! How dare you touch me!" he snarled, turning her to face him.



She slapped him across the face and kneed him. He let go of her to cover his privates and she took off down the hall in a run.



"You\'ll pay for that, Granger!" he threatened her retreating form.



She ran all the way to Gryffindor, not trusting herself to look back. She did not want to chance a look in case Malfoy followed. Not that he would. She did knee him pretty hard.



As she climbed the staircase that led to the Fat Lady, she slowed her pace a bit, relaxing. She entered the Gryffindor common room to find Harry and Ron both lounging on the couch. She smiled at them. They had waited for her to return.



They returned her smile as they moved a bit to allow her on the couch. "Here, some treats left over from the party," Harry said, handing her a chocolate frog. "We\'ve got more, as well. Apparently Dumbledore\'s \'surprise\' was just a party."



"It\'s a shame you had to miss it, Hermione," Ron said with remorse. "It was great! Malfoy got a face full of punch and Crabbe and Goyle were both hexed by Ginny. Made me proud of my sister."



Hermione shook her head as she laughed. She placed her legs lazily in Harry\'s lap and laid her head in Ron\'s lap. Though she earned two very confused looks, she didn\'t care. She was just so tired.



"You wouldn\'t believe what Snape had me do," she told them as she explained the entire incident.



They actually laughed. "Well, at least you got to do something you enjoyed," Harry commented. "You got to go through books all night."



Hermione threw him a mischievous wink. "You think Snape noticed?"



She joined them in their laughter before settling herself deeper in Ron\'s lap. She closed her eyes, fully intending just a few short minutes of rest. She was so tired!



She felt Ron\'s soft fingers glide along her forehead, pushing her hair out of her face. On the other end, she could feel Harry taking off her shoes. "What are you two doing?" she asked, not bothering to open her eyes.



"Letting you get more comfortable," Harry answered.



She didn\'t respond. She just lay there, with her eyes closed, enjoying the sensation of having her two friends dote upon her. This was how a rough day was supposed to end. Nice and relaxed. Life was good.





(II) (II)



Draco had never been more furious in his life. The nerve of that nasty little Mudblood! Not only had she rudely brushed up against him, but she had slapped him and then tried to do perminant damage to his family jewels. Luckily, she hadn\'t done much damage, but the memory still stung.



He stood by his bed as he began to undress. His thoughts of Granger began to shift, suddenly, taking a turn that he wasn\'t entirely certain he disliked. He imagined what she would look like, lying there on his bed, completely naked. Course, this wasn\'t the first time he had imagined her naked.



Indeed, Granger was slowly turning into a very beautiful woman, though Draco would never admit that aloud to anyone.



He imagined her watching him undress. A look of pure lust upon her face as he let his shirt drop to the ground and began unbuttoning his pants. In his imaginings, she let her own hand roam around her curves as he slowly became completely naked before her.



He then slipped into the bed and began massaging his organ. In his mind\'s eye, it was her massaging him. She was caressing him, licking him, taking him into her mouth. Soon, he was creaming all over himself, wishing that she was there.



(III) (III)



Harry didn\'t know how long they had laid there on the couch. Well, actually, looking up at the clock, he did. Thankfully, none of them had classes early Friday morning. He sat up and tickled the bottom of her feet.



"Harry!" she complained.



He laughed, "Come on, you two. We need to get off to bed."



Ron threw him a lazy look. "Together?" he asked.



Harry wrinkled his nose. "I\'m not sharing a bed with you," he snorted.



As though he had realized what he said, Ron\'s eyes widened and he quickly sat up. Together, the boys helped their female friend into a sitting position and escorted her to the staircase leading up to the girl\'s dorms.



"G\'night," she bid them as she climbed the stair.



They both bid her a good night in return and went up to their own room. "You know I was just joking, right?" Ron asked as they began to get ready for bed.



Harry nodded. Yeah. He knew. Ron was many things and gay was not one of them.



As they climbed into their beds, another thought crossed Harry\'s mind. This one was not so innocent. It would have been nice to have Hermione sharing a bed with him.



A sudden urge overcame Harry. He placed a hand on his staff and began rubbing it in earnest. He closed his eyes and pictured Hermione. She was standing before him. She was beautiful and completely naked. She was giving him the most thrilling hand job. Her fingers caressing the head of his cock and her other hand gently squeezed his balls.



As Harry came, he heard Ron groan not too far away, "Hermione..."