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.


CHAPTER 4

Hermione threw her books onto her bed as she entered her dorm room w daw days later. She felt strange whenever she was around Ron now. It was like a dull aching in her stomach that wouldn\'t withdraw itself for any reason. Any time he drew too close, she immediately took a step back to relieve the pain she felt.

Add that on top of the strange sensations she got whenever Draco Malfoy was in the room, and you had a rather confused person. She wanted to still be near Ron, but she felt this weight, this...impossibility about it. Almost as if she felt guilty for some reason she couldn’t name. It didn\'t make matters any better that Ron was starting to get very angry with her about the whole thing. Even Harry asked what the problem was and she really couldn\'t give him an answer.

She removed the books from her bag as she took a seat in the middle of her bed. She had retreated to her room when Ron kept throwing her looks, deciding that avoidance was the best way to deal with things such as Ron\'s temper.

She tossed her bag onto the floor and the loud thump it made caused her to look down. She opened the bag again and found the book that Draco handed to her the other day in the library, remembering how his lips had grazed over her ear. She shook the thoughts off as she opened the book, and flipped through the pages.

It was about veelas. Why would he mistake a book about veelas as being herShe She shook her head, throwing it into the floor with her bag as she opened her Arithmancy book. She\'d take the book back tomorrow, she thought to herself, if for no other reason than to get rid of something that Malfoy had given to her. Slimy git.

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It had been days since D had had sent the letter to his father. He almost didn\'t expect a response until his eagle owl flew through the window of his ate ate bedroom. It nipped his fingers a few times as he tried to take the letter. He patted the bird down before it flew away. Draco sat in the middle of his bed and unrolled the piece of parchment.

Draco,

In response to your last letter, I\'ve decided that maybe it is time you know just how difficult a catch your mother was.

I only knew of her by name when we were in school. She was in the same house but I could hardly associate without someone in a younger year than myself. But then I went to the seer and she told me that Narcissa Black was my mate. She seemed less than pleased when I began pursuing her, a lot of that owed to her boyfriend at the time, as I said, a very large fellow. I found that when she was around him I wanted nothing more than to tear his arms off and beat him with his own limbs. I actually did have quite the fight with the fellow. I believe he stayed in the hospital wing for two days.

It was months before I learned that all I had to do was touch her and she was putty in my hands. It worked out very well. I came to adore the ground she walked on. I would die for that woman,ch ich is the answer to your number one question, I believe. I knew there was no way around Miss Granger being your mate. . The pull between the two of you is stronger than anyone else would ever give it credit for being. You\'ll come to adore her, cherish her, and she\'ll never doubt it. You\'ll belong to her just as she does to you. You never need to worry about her being unfaithful, the thought, a lot of the time, would be enough for her to not even consider it.

Back to it ait all came about. Your mother was standing in the corridor with her friends, talking about how I had completely destroyed her boyfriend, which really was an over exaggeration. He was capable of walking again, I hear you hardly notice the limp. Anyhow, I walked by her, a hand drifting over the small of her back as I passed, she turned, and to the great surprise of everyone, she kissed me. I came to find out later that she might have been outwardly upset about what I had done, but inside, there was something that was incredibly happy with the thought that I would fight for her in such a way.

Which isn\'t to say that you have free reign to beat anyone up. Quite the contrary, you need to control your temper. Resist with all that you have the impulse to assault anyone. However, should Weasley continue on in the same fashion, I have to say that there are seven Weasley children; I hardly think one will be missed.

Draco smiled at this, agreeing whole-heartedly.

When it coto Cto Christmas, I suppose you\'ll have to inform her that certain things concerning family politics have changed. I couldn\'t see her agreeing to come any other way. But make her understand that she can never tell anyone once you reveal everything to her. For the protection of our entire family she needs to realize this.

As for suggestions on wooing techniques, I\'d suggest you try a simple discussion with her without fighting. The urge to argue with her comes from her, not from you. You\'ll do everything in your power to make her happy, try to make her every wish come true, but before you...seal your new found relationship with her, she\'ll be highly agitated with you. But remember about the touching. I also hope, that since the book is missing, that you\'ve also read up on the dream manipulation skills that you have power over. Use that as well.

I hope that this has been helpful. If in question or doubt, try the other books you took from my library without asking. They should be most helpful.

Hope you\'re well,
Your Father

P.S. Your mother sends her love and hopes Miss Granger comes to her senses soon, for your sake.

Draco folded up the letter and stared at the book lying on his bedside table. It really had been very informative. It explained his possessive streak and his capability of using several of his finer assets. If it came down to fighting over her, he could kill Weasley with his bare hands; literally rip him to shreds before anyone could do anything to stop him.

He\'d succeeded in keeping Hermione away from Ron, and the redheaded ogre was getting rather angry with her. Good. That would keep the weasel away from his Hermione and allow him the time to figure out what to do with the bushy-haired girl. She really did detest him, or so she thought. Her attraction to him was definitely confusing her, but confusion wasn\'t the feeling he wanted from her. He wanted her willing and needy, begging for his touch..
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\"Now there\'s a thought,\" he smiled as he lay back, staring up at the ceiling. He could see her now, laying beneath him, begging for his touch as he simply hovered over herer ser skin was soft, glowing with a slight sheen of sweat as he trailed his fingers down her stomach, making a tiny circle around her belly button. Unfortunately, his fantasy was interrupted.

Another owl that he didn\'t recognize floated through his window. He took the letter tied to its leg and the owl immediately left. He unrolled the parchment and another letter fell out as he studied the one in his hand.

I thought this correspondence would be safer traveling to you in this fashion. Give the enclosed letter to your headmaster as soon as you can.

Draco lifted the other piece of parchment and sighed. He was the go between. He slid the note into his pocket as he left his room. His conference with the Headmaster would have to wait until after the Prefects meeting. When he walked in, late as usual, all the girls stared at him longingly, while the onewantwanted to stare at him studiously ignored his presence.

Padma shook herself out of her own dazed thoughts as she turned back to group, \"Where was I?\"

Ron narrowed his eyes racoraco as he folded his arms over his chest Draco smirked as Ron crossed his arms over his chest and narrowed his eyes before speaking, \"You were talking about unacceptable behavior among the male students regarding the female students. How they shouldn\'t be treated as objects.\"

Draco stared intently at Hermione who was jotting down notes on parchment sitting in her lap, \"What are you writing, Granger?\"

Her head snapped up, \"What?\"

Draco could feel everyone’s eyes turn to them at her squeak, including the red-haired weasel’s angry gaze. He leaned forward and gestured to her parchment, \"I said, what are you writing?\"

\"Taking notes.\"

\"If that\'s all, Malfoy...I think we should...\"

\"Stuff if Patil, we all know you got this position because Granger turned it down,\" he said haughtily.

Hermione lifted her chin. \"That\'s not true,\" she looked at Padma, \"You earned your spot. Don\'t let a smarmy twerp like him make you feel like you don\'t deserve to be Head Girl.\"

\"Smarmy?\" he asked raising an eyebrow. \"I\'m not smarmy.\"

\"But you admit to the twerp part, right?\" Ron asked with a smirk of his own.

\"Stuff it, Weasley, or you can serve detention with Proor Sor Snape.\"

\"Hiding behind your position as Head Boy, Malfoy?\" Ron baited. Draco figured that he hoped Draco would be the first to swing if it came down to it.

Draco closed his eyes for a few moments, and then looked over at Hermione, \"I\'m not hiding from anything. But someone else has definitely been hiding from you,\" he said with a smirk as he looked over at Padma, \"Alright, cone one on,\" he finished with a wave of his hand, as if granting her permission.
on gon glared over at Hermione, realizing that he was right. Hermione had been avoiding him recently and he didn\'t know why. Padma continued on, her voice wavering every now and then, but Draco cared about none of that. His eyes stayed focused on Hermione. He watched as she nibbles her lip and crosses and uncrosses her legs. A flash of inner thigh every now and then is his reward for being so patient in just watching her.

Before he knew it, she was standing, his eyes eledeled down her legs as she put her parchment into her bag, bending over a bit in front of him. He remained in his chair, an eyebrow raised as he stared at the back of her thighs. He could just imagine her bent over the edge of his bed, begging for him to fuck her harder as he slid into her...

\"What the hell is your problem?\"

He shook his head and realized that everyone but Hermione had left, \"Beg your pardon.\"

\"First you show up late, then you insult Ron and Padma, and you stared at me for the rest of the meeting. So, you tell me what it is that you are aiming to accomplish.\"

\"Quite demanding, aren\'t you?\"

Her hands were on her hip she she stood over him, making her feel a bit more powerful as she began yelling at him, \"Start talking.\"

He stood and looking up she found that she liked him better sitting, and then she at least felt like she had some sort of advantage over him.

\"I\'m not trying to accomplish anything,” he replied his voice dripping with poisoned honey.
I doI don\'t believe you.\"

\"Why not? When have I ever lied to you?\"

She opened her mouth to answer, but the more she thought about it the more she realized that he\'d never really lied to her. Even if he did come off looking like an arse, he had always been rather truthful, \"I don\'t trust you.\"

\"I know that,” he folded his arms over his chest, \"What would it take for you to trust me?\"

She shook her head, \"There isn\'t a power great enough in this world-“

\"I wouldn\'t say such things if I were you.\"

\"Why not?\"\"Fa\"Fate has a funny way of coming back to bite us on our arse. I\'d hate for you to have to take those words back.\"

She took a large breath and folded her arms over her chest as well, \"You\'re up to something.\"

\"Who? Me?\" He asked innocently, \"Now, Granger, what could I possibly be up to?\" He leaned forward a bit, \"Maybe you should get more sleep or are you having...lurid fantasies that keep you from sleep?\" He smiled as he stared down at her.

She grew very angry with him and pushed him hard back into the seat he\'d previously occupied, \"You listen to me, Ferret. You stay away from me and you stay away from my friends or so help me-“

He watched as she used her finger to poke him in the chest. He grabbed her by the wrist and had her pinned to the wall before she could finish her thought.

\"You don\'t tell me what to do,\" he said before his lips crushed hers. He pinned both of her hands to the wall as his lips plundered hers, her body yielded beneath his. He could take her right there, against that very wall if he so wanted.

She was his, putty in his hands, to shape and mold. He could take her and she wouldn\'t even complain. But, she would be angry with him. She might not let him touch her for a long time after that if he did so. She deserved better than some little room up against the wall.

He pulled away from her, bringing one hand to her face as his fingers moved over her cheek, \"Stay away from Weasley, please,\" he said softly before he released her and left the room.

She placed her hand over her heart, taking deep breaths as she stared at the door where he had exited. He\'d just kissed her. Draco Malfoy had just kissed her. She closed her eyes and tried to steady her world as she thought about everything that had transpired. Hewarnwarned her away from Ron again. Her eyes narrowed slightly, her breathing labored. She\'d fix him. She had an idea, a rather good idea. A bit of revenge against the sneaky Slytherin, she\'d kill two birds with one stone, she\'d make Draco incredibly angry and Ron incredibly happy with one fell swoop.

All she had to do was sleep with Ron.
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A/N: Thanks go to shadows_zephyr for betaing this. I appreciate it more than you\'ll ever know.