Getting Ahead

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Review, Review, Review! I was starting to lose my “umph” for writing this fic, then a very nice review from MarksPet motivated me, so I drove to Wawa, got a coffee and sat back down to finish typing and post this chapter tonight. I love feedback! So thank you so much to those of you that have continued reading, and a special thanks to those who take the time to review! I hope all of you are enjoying the plot so far.

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Chapter Three - Expelliarmus

The owl from Professor McGonagall had come hours ago. Malfoy would be hand cleaning out the gunk and goo caked into old cauldrons down in one of Snape’s dreary dungeon class rooms. Hermione had gone all out. Her hair, that had been in a neat pony tail this morning, now hung down her back in a mass of loose curls. She had applied mascara and eyeliner to her eyes sparingly. She didn’t want to look like the Slytherin whore Pansy Parkinson, but she did want her eyes to draw his attention.

Hermione’s entire plan revolved around her expectation that wizards would be just as turned on by the whole “naughty school girl” look as muggle boys were. She stood in the middle of her dorm room in a red lacy bra and a red lacy thong with her school uniform lying neatly on her bed. Hermione tapped her wand against her cheek, staring at the uniform and debating which changes to make.

Finally, Hermione decided to only shorten the skirt by a few inches. After dressing, Hermione turned to appraise herself in the full length mirror next to her wardrobe. Her eyes widened. Her crisp white button down was unbuttoned to the point of revealing a small amount of cleavage and the edge of her risqué bra. Her gold and crimson school tie hung loosely under the collar of her white button down. The skirt, bless Merlin, showed a large proportion of thigh; and may the spirit of Godric Gryffindor help her should she bend over.

Hermione tilted her head to the side and contemplated her bold new look. Something wasn’t right…
With a quick flick of her wand, Hermione decreased the size of her white shirt, so now it was more form fitting. The outline of her taunt tummy and full C cup breasts was deliciously displayed. Hermione had to hand it to herself; she looked good enough to eat.

Grabbing her black school robes, she hurried down to the common room. Hermione avoided looking at the book worm portrait; deep down she knew her appearance tonight was a disgrace to self respecting nerds, such as herself, everywhere.

Blaise almost dropped his arm load of books when he caught site of Hermione Granger coming down the stairs. Three never haves occurred to Blaise all at once. Never had he seen any Hogwarts student pull off their slightly out of date school uniforms better than she was now. Never did he think he would get hard at the site of a Gryffindor muggle born witch. And never would Hermione Granger forgive him if she knew the dirty fantasies he was dreaming up right now, featuring her as the lead role.

Hermione could have sang she was so pleased, if Blaise had dropped his jaw over this look, surely Malfoy would at least take some notice of it. Hermione slipped her black school robes around herself and secured them on her way down the last few stairs; if any of the other students saw her like this they probably wouldn’t understand. In other words, die of shock.

Blaise cleared his throat and waited for Hermione to reach the bottom step before confronting her. “A few of the prefects can’t make rounds tonight. Supposedly the entire hospital wing is full right now, sudden outbreak of night terroritis.” Hermione winced, sympathizing for the many students that would be suffering with nightmares and legitimate pain caused by inhaling the fumes of a burning HypoAmaryllis plant. One thing Hermione had learned during her years at Hogwarts was, if you struggled in potions class, you would more than likely be spending some time in the hospital wing.

“All right, how many of the scheduled prefects are available for patrol duty tonight then?” Hermione asked, eyeing the clock on the mantle. ‘Still plenty of time you over achiever, get a grip’ Hermione mentally scolded herself.

“Well it’s my night to patrol, and three prefects on the schedule are still able. I was going to ask if you minded…?”

“I have to make sure Malfoy serves his detention at eight, but then-“

“You’re going to see MALFOY dressed like that!?” The words had literally sky dived from his mouth before he could stop them. It wasn’t his business, he knew. For a moment, he even hoped he had imagined saying them aloud; aloud meaning he had practically yelled them at her.

Hermione grinned, yes he had definitely relocated the dropped jaw he had been suffering from. “Yes Blaise, I’ll start patrolling around nine then, yeah?”

“Yeah.” It was the only response his buzzing brain could procure. Bless his soul, who could blame him?

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Hermione sat on the edge of Professor Snape’s desk, her legs crossed and her hands resting in her lap on her wand. Her black school robes were folded neatly behind her on the desk. ‘Five more minutes Malfoy, then I’m going to report you to your Head of House for tardiness.’

As soon as the thought crossed her mind, the ferret waltzed in, clearly uncaring that he was an inconvenience to her time. ‘Speak of the devil.’

Draco Malfoy wasn’t sure what came over him, but all at once he had caught site of Hermione’s daring attire, cast a simple “Scourgify” at the cluster of cauldrons, an “expelliarmus” at Hermione, caught her wand, and was now standing two feet from the shocked witch perched on the desk.

“Malfoy you can’t bloody do that, you have to hand clean those! And give me back my wand you-“ Draco closed the space between them and slammed his lips against her own, driven by a lust he hadn’t felt for anyone in ages. He tossed the wands behind him to the stone floor. Her small hands came up to scratch at his face, but he grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the desk. In all the action, Hermione was pushed further back onto the desk, her carefully folded robes pushed off and landing in a messy bundle behind the desk. Draco positioned himself between her open thighs, no easy feat as her legs were flailing and trying to kick him away.

Hermione’s head was spinning. Being a control freak had many side effects, but possibly the biggest was completely freaking out when she didn’t have complete control, or any for that matter. She finally managed to tear her mouth away from Malfoy’s, taking the opportunity to fill her deprived lungs with a long gulp of air. Her chest was heaving from the lack of oxygen and her fruitless efforts to fight him off.

Draco released her wrists and spanned her small waist with his hands before pulling her body flush against his. He lowered his head to nip at her earlobe. “All dressed up for me Granger? You shouldn’t have.” He breathed into her ear before nibbling down her neck to suck at particularly sensitive spot on her collarbone. His right hand crept from her waist to run down her thigh, then back up, pulling the skirt back up with it.

“Malfoy get off of me before I bring down this entire castle with screams! I’m going to take every point from Slytherin you slimy snakes have somehow managed to earn so far if you don’t take your hands off of me now!” Hermione shrieked at her antagonist. One of her hands was trying to force his hand away from her bare leg, while the other was pummeling his broad shoulder.

His head snapped up, a cruel practiced smirk fixed on his arrogant face, and amusement dancing in his steely eyes. “First, you gave me this detention. Well not technically, but that’s what I told McGonagall. Then you come here dressed like a slut? Obviously for a reason Mudblood. I’m just trying to bestow upon you the favor you’re obviously craving from me.” He emphasized his point (no pun intended) by grinding his erection against her red lace covered core.

‘Oh shit! He knows what I’m up to.’ Hermione’s quick thinking, while usually quite handy, only worsened the dilemma in this sticky scenario. Before she had time to reason out her retort, she quickly huffed “If you must know, I have rounds with Blaise tonight. I can guarantee you this get up was not done for your entertainment.”

He was furious, no beyond furious. Livid. Beside himself with jealousy and rage. Using both hands, he tore her white button down apart, sending buttons flying every which way. Her tanned skin broke out in goose bumps in the chilly dungeon atmosphere, her quickly hardening nipples became obvious through her sultry undergarment. “Might as well go all the way then, you know we Slytherins aren’t attracted to prudes.” He hissed viciously. He grabbed the tie around her neck and jerked her head towards him, slamming his mouth against her already bruised lips. She opened her mouth to let out a scream, but Draco merely took the opportunity to thrust his tongue into the sweet, moist cavern.

Hermione struggled to pull away, disgusted by the feeling of his tongue sliding sensually against her own. She desperately clawed at his hand holding her tie, to no avail. Finally he pulled out of the kiss, a wet ‘pop’ turned her stomach over. “And for the record Mudblood, Zabini won’t be anymore interested in a tease than I am, so next time you dress like this, don’t expect half as much mercy.” Draco spat out, releasing her tie and stepping back from the stunned and disheveled witch.

Hermione cautiously slid her body from atop the desk. After taking a moment to appraise her opponent, she concluded that he was done being a total prick for the night. She marched past him, with as much dignity as a girl with her shirt hanging off her could muster, and stooped down to retrieve her wand. Without a moments hesitation, she sent a jinx at Draco. His eyes bulged in pain as his skin began to swell with large blisters.

In a deadly calm voice, Hermione addressed him, her wand still pointing at him to keep him at bay “Malfoy you will be serving detention with Filch for the next week, and I will be reporting you to McGonagall for the cauldrons. Out of respect for Blaise, I will not take points from the entire Slytherin house for the behavior of one bastard. But the next time you try something like this again, I will make Voldemort look like a merciful first year Hufflepuff, is that clear?” Draco’s face contorted into what she suspected may have been a skeptical smirk beneath the blisters. She kicked his wand across the room, an immature act that was surprisingly gratifying for the shaken girl.

Slowly Hermione backed out into the hallway, closed the heavy door, the broke out into a run. After rounding many corners in the maze-like dungeons, she stopped to catch her breath. She repaired her ripped blouse and straitened her tie. She was sure her hair was a mess, but was without the time or patience to fix it. She hurried up the nearest flight of stairs to find the Head Boy and begin the night patrol. No act of Merlin, and most certainly not of Draco Malfoy, was going to make her stray from her duties.

Draco Malfoy was impressed; of course he’d never admit that to anyone else. Hermione Granger pulling out the ‘you can’t have me, even if you are a pureblood’ card was unbelievable. He wouldn’t have believed it himself if he hadn’t seen her scantily clad body with his own eyes, red knickers and all. And for her to have the nerve to curse him, and even threaten him after what he had considered to be a very intimidating performance? Wow. This afternoon when he had seen her swishing her hips down the hall, he had grabbed her bottom simply to annoy her. Tonight, he had kissed her to call her bluff. But now? Now he was going to break that Gryffindor prude for three reasons; to recover his pride, to put her in her rightful place (beneath him, both literally and metaphorically), and to hear her scream his name. Not fucking Blaise Zabini or Salizar Slytherin himself was going to take what he considered to be rightfully his. ‘His.’ Somehow that had a ring to it that he could definitely get used to.

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I’m trying my very best to keep the characters as true to their personalities as possible, which means Hermione wasn’t going to just give it up on a desk to her worst enemy at the first opportunity. So I’m very sorry if this disappointed anyone. =\

I’ll be starting the next chapter as soon as I get out of classes later today; luckily an idea has already come to me for how I would like the next chapter to go! I will be posting as often and soon as possible so please stick with me and continue reading/reviewing. :)