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Magic Carpet Ride
MAGIC CARPET RIDE
Lyrics : John Kay and Rushton Moreve
Characters : JK Rowling
Disclaimer : If you haven’t figured out by now that I don’t know the songs or the characters, go straight to jail, do not pass Go and do not collect 200 dollars.
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
I like to dream yes, yes, right between my sound machine
On a cloud of sound I drift in the night
Any place it goes is right
Goes far, flies near, to the stars away from here
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
The sounds of innocent and blissful snoring filled the room. Granted it was on the quiet side, but still, Hermione realized how upset her housemates would be if she told them that they snored.
Hermione angrily mused that she would love to dream, although right about now she would be content to just sleep. To close her eyes and lose herself in blissful unconsciousness. She. Kissed. Draco. Malfoy. That very thought should have been enough to render her unconscious via fainting in the sheer terror of her actions. But now, here she was…awake…lying in her bed and recalling every blissful moment of his mouth, his hands, his tongue…him.
Smiling in the darkness, Hermione reached up and gently traced her mouth with her fingertips. It wasn’t nearly as pleasant as having his mouth on hers. The Gryffindor wondered if this was wrong. Was it wrong to fantasize about a Slytherin? Was it wrong to dream about her friends’ enemy? Was it wrong to desire a Pureblood?
YYYEESSS! Her mind screamed at her. YESYESYESYESYESYES!...yes.
((Okay, got it.))
He constantly tormented her and her friends. She had read enough to recognize the signs of jealousy, at least in regards to her friends. Was he jealous of their friendship, the closeness that the Golden Trio shared? Sure he had Goyle and Crabbe, but seriously, did he have any true friends or lasting relationships.
((Does his gilt-framed mirror count?))
Of course, boys often teased little girls just because they knew of no other way to express their true feelings.
But surely they had matured beyond that point in their lives?
Hermione recalled walking into the Gryffindor common room earlier that night only to find the boys trying to make their chocolate frogs limbo under their wands.
Apparently, no, they hadn’t matured beyond that point.
((And who choclate frogs were that flexible?))
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
Well, you don't know what we can find
Why don't you come with me little girl
On a magic carpet ride
You don't know what we can see
Why don't you tell your dreams to me
Fantasy will set you free
Close your eyes girl
Look inside girl
Let the sound take you away
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
Hermione would probably have gained some satisfaction knowing that in another Hogwarts House, another person lay awake in his bed, pondering similar feelings...minus the frogs. When he had tasted Hermione, a wave of desire had crashed through him, startling the young man. He had a sudden desire to know her dreams, her wants, her own cravings. He had to know if she wanted the same things out of life that he did…or if they could at least compliment each other.
Draco wondered what Hermione’s fantasies were made of and if he was in any of them…or if he could be in them.
((Hey, wait a sec...I'm a Malfoy and a Slytherin...I am her fantasy!))
Groaning softly, he draped an arm over his eyes. He couldn’t get the image of the black lace out of his mind. That sight certainly did change his opinion of the Gryffindor Princess. She wasn’t all prim and proper. His hope about the passionate fire within her flared bright. Beneath that Gryffindor cold shoulder was a seductive wanna-be Slytherin. The only thing that could have made the moment just the ultimate was if they had been dark green lace knickers.
Of course, he was a Slytherin and it was time to do what they did best…plot. Draco, realizing that sleep would evade him for some time, began to plot how he could get Hermione in his arms yet again.
((The sooner I get her, the sooner this blasted infatuation will disappear.))
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
Last night I held Aladdin's lamp
And so I wished that I could stay
Before the thing could answer me
Well, someone came and took the lamp away
I looked around, a lousy candle's all I found
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
Hermione’s eyes opened carefully. Despite her care, her brain shouted at the invasion of light and protested that it was far too soon to wake up.
“Come on, ‘Mione.” Ginny started to shake her. “You’ll miss breakfast and be late for class.”
"Your point?" Grumbled Hermione.
"Well, you don't want to miss class...you've got Artithmancy first. Still sounds like some old person's disease to me." Ginny paused. "As for breakfast, no point...other than without your coffee, even Snape can't compare to you."
Slowly, Hermione sat up. She had finally fallen asleep only to dream about that kiss over and over and over and…((okay, brain, I get the idea.)) And each time, she cursed the potion for bubbling. That gurgling and popping ruined the moment. Of course, it was better that than to have to clean up the lab. Still though, Hermione thought as she touched her lips, she wished there could have been more…just a bit more…just a bit longer…was that too much for a girl to ask for?
Instead, what was left to present to the world, was a very frustrated young woman. A hint as to the passion she could have experienced.
((Woah…could have? Passion? Malfoy?))
Angrily, Hermione stomped out of bed and made her way to the dresser of clothing.
Ginny watched the whole byplay in silence…until Hermione had risen.
“Black lace knickers, Hermione? Wow…impressive.” Ginny smirked. “Did you wear them to bed or to impress someone last night?”
“Yes.” Was the response.
Ginny laughed.
“I don’t think I want to know which question that answered, considering I know where you were last night.”
Hermione whirled around, half-dressed.
((Crap.))
“Look, what I wear is none of your business!”
Ginny held up her hands as if to call a truce.
“I don’t have a problem with your nocturnal activities. I can only think of two possible candidates and they’re both gits in my opinion, but hey, we’re hormonal teenagers and I can’t begrudge you getting a little satisfaction beyond the normal self-satisfaction we pursue behind closed doors.”
“Two candidates?” Hermione frowned, confused. The whole line of conversation on self-satisfaction was too uncomfortable for her to pursue.
“Yeah…Snape and…”
“Snape?!?!” Hermione threw a pillow at her friend.
“Ah, so it’s Malfoy.” Ginny grinned knowingly.
“Look, so I wore nice knickers. A girl’s got a right to feel sexy. Look, I’m wearing red satin today.” Hermione protested as she wiggled her butt in Ginny's direction.
“You’re hoping to spend more time with Malfoy?” Ginny guessed watching Hermione finish button up her blouse and straightening her skirt.
“Oooh! You’re impossible!” Hermione stormed out of the room. Ginny followed, skipping and laughing.
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
Well, you don't know what we can find
Why don't you come with me little girl
On a magic carpet ride
Well, you don't know what we can see
Why don't you tell your dreams to me
Fantasy will set you free
Close your eyes girl
Look inside girl
Let the sound take you away
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
Draco looked up, his fork pausing half-way to his mouth.
“Yes, yes, that’s right, Malfoy. Just a bit more and you will have successfully managed not to get egg on your face.” Blaise joked.
Frowning, Draco lowered his fork of scrambled eggs back down to his plate.
“Oh well, we can try again later. Can't expect you to always be able to feed yourself.” Blaise mused. “What’s up?”
“That’s what I want to know.” Draco nodded over towards the Gryffindor end of the Great Hall. “Granger looks like she’s about to hex someone to the next world or beyond and Weasel-ette is skipping. Skipping?!?! Who skips around here?”
“Maybe Granger got as much sleep as you did.”
Draco blinked.
“Look, my friend, you’re pale to begin with. Today, if you had black hair and red lips, you’d pass for a geisha.”
Draco elbowed Zabini.
“Although, there’s an image….Granger as a geisha. Small steps. Pouring tea. Serving your every need.” Blaise said dreamily. He tapped his index finger against his lips at the pleasurable mental images.
“Hey, that’s a concubine.” Draco protested.
“Some say toe-mae-to, some say toe-mah-to.” Blaise shrugged. “Hey, here comes Pansy. Wanna talk about that kiss again?”
“Shut up.” Draco hissed.
“Good morning, Dracy-kins! Zabini.” Pansy all but cooed in a loud voice.
Hermione glanced up at the loudly annoying voice and saw the Slytherin Slut draping herself over Draco. He wasn’t protesting. He wasn’t pushing her away. He wasn’t doing anything at all.
“Uhhh…’Mione. If you don’t like the sausages, why do you get them?” Harry asked.
Yet again, another smushed link of meat. Suddenly, Hermione wished there was a similar object to smush.
Ron winced, seeing Hermione’s face go cold. He shifted lightly in his chair, almost wishing it was time for classes to start. Hermione's treatment of breakfast food was becoming distinctly uncomfortable for the Gyffindor men.
Lyrics : John Kay and Rushton Moreve
Characters : JK Rowling
Disclaimer : If you haven’t figured out by now that I don’t know the songs or the characters, go straight to jail, do not pass Go and do not collect 200 dollars.
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
I like to dream yes, yes, right between my sound machine
On a cloud of sound I drift in the night
Any place it goes is right
Goes far, flies near, to the stars away from here
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
The sounds of innocent and blissful snoring filled the room. Granted it was on the quiet side, but still, Hermione realized how upset her housemates would be if she told them that they snored.
Hermione angrily mused that she would love to dream, although right about now she would be content to just sleep. To close her eyes and lose herself in blissful unconsciousness. She. Kissed. Draco. Malfoy. That very thought should have been enough to render her unconscious via fainting in the sheer terror of her actions. But now, here she was…awake…lying in her bed and recalling every blissful moment of his mouth, his hands, his tongue…him.
Smiling in the darkness, Hermione reached up and gently traced her mouth with her fingertips. It wasn’t nearly as pleasant as having his mouth on hers. The Gryffindor wondered if this was wrong. Was it wrong to fantasize about a Slytherin? Was it wrong to dream about her friends’ enemy? Was it wrong to desire a Pureblood?
YYYEESSS! Her mind screamed at her. YESYESYESYESYESYES!...yes.
((Okay, got it.))
He constantly tormented her and her friends. She had read enough to recognize the signs of jealousy, at least in regards to her friends. Was he jealous of their friendship, the closeness that the Golden Trio shared? Sure he had Goyle and Crabbe, but seriously, did he have any true friends or lasting relationships.
((Does his gilt-framed mirror count?))
Of course, boys often teased little girls just because they knew of no other way to express their true feelings.
But surely they had matured beyond that point in their lives?
Hermione recalled walking into the Gryffindor common room earlier that night only to find the boys trying to make their chocolate frogs limbo under their wands.
Apparently, no, they hadn’t matured beyond that point.
((And who choclate frogs were that flexible?))
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
Well, you don't know what we can find
Why don't you come with me little girl
On a magic carpet ride
You don't know what we can see
Why don't you tell your dreams to me
Fantasy will set you free
Close your eyes girl
Look inside girl
Let the sound take you away
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
Hermione would probably have gained some satisfaction knowing that in another Hogwarts House, another person lay awake in his bed, pondering similar feelings...minus the frogs. When he had tasted Hermione, a wave of desire had crashed through him, startling the young man. He had a sudden desire to know her dreams, her wants, her own cravings. He had to know if she wanted the same things out of life that he did…or if they could at least compliment each other.
Draco wondered what Hermione’s fantasies were made of and if he was in any of them…or if he could be in them.
((Hey, wait a sec...I'm a Malfoy and a Slytherin...I am her fantasy!))
Groaning softly, he draped an arm over his eyes. He couldn’t get the image of the black lace out of his mind. That sight certainly did change his opinion of the Gryffindor Princess. She wasn’t all prim and proper. His hope about the passionate fire within her flared bright. Beneath that Gryffindor cold shoulder was a seductive wanna-be Slytherin. The only thing that could have made the moment just the ultimate was if they had been dark green lace knickers.
Of course, he was a Slytherin and it was time to do what they did best…plot. Draco, realizing that sleep would evade him for some time, began to plot how he could get Hermione in his arms yet again.
((The sooner I get her, the sooner this blasted infatuation will disappear.))
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
Last night I held Aladdin's lamp
And so I wished that I could stay
Before the thing could answer me
Well, someone came and took the lamp away
I looked around, a lousy candle's all I found
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
Hermione’s eyes opened carefully. Despite her care, her brain shouted at the invasion of light and protested that it was far too soon to wake up.
“Come on, ‘Mione.” Ginny started to shake her. “You’ll miss breakfast and be late for class.”
"Your point?" Grumbled Hermione.
"Well, you don't want to miss class...you've got Artithmancy first. Still sounds like some old person's disease to me." Ginny paused. "As for breakfast, no point...other than without your coffee, even Snape can't compare to you."
Slowly, Hermione sat up. She had finally fallen asleep only to dream about that kiss over and over and over and…((okay, brain, I get the idea.)) And each time, she cursed the potion for bubbling. That gurgling and popping ruined the moment. Of course, it was better that than to have to clean up the lab. Still though, Hermione thought as she touched her lips, she wished there could have been more…just a bit more…just a bit longer…was that too much for a girl to ask for?
Instead, what was left to present to the world, was a very frustrated young woman. A hint as to the passion she could have experienced.
((Woah…could have? Passion? Malfoy?))
Angrily, Hermione stomped out of bed and made her way to the dresser of clothing.
Ginny watched the whole byplay in silence…until Hermione had risen.
“Black lace knickers, Hermione? Wow…impressive.” Ginny smirked. “Did you wear them to bed or to impress someone last night?”
“Yes.” Was the response.
Ginny laughed.
“I don’t think I want to know which question that answered, considering I know where you were last night.”
Hermione whirled around, half-dressed.
((Crap.))
“Look, what I wear is none of your business!”
Ginny held up her hands as if to call a truce.
“I don’t have a problem with your nocturnal activities. I can only think of two possible candidates and they’re both gits in my opinion, but hey, we’re hormonal teenagers and I can’t begrudge you getting a little satisfaction beyond the normal self-satisfaction we pursue behind closed doors.”
“Two candidates?” Hermione frowned, confused. The whole line of conversation on self-satisfaction was too uncomfortable for her to pursue.
“Yeah…Snape and…”
“Snape?!?!” Hermione threw a pillow at her friend.
“Ah, so it’s Malfoy.” Ginny grinned knowingly.
“Look, so I wore nice knickers. A girl’s got a right to feel sexy. Look, I’m wearing red satin today.” Hermione protested as she wiggled her butt in Ginny's direction.
“You’re hoping to spend more time with Malfoy?” Ginny guessed watching Hermione finish button up her blouse and straightening her skirt.
“Oooh! You’re impossible!” Hermione stormed out of the room. Ginny followed, skipping and laughing.
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
Well, you don't know what we can find
Why don't you come with me little girl
On a magic carpet ride
Well, you don't know what we can see
Why don't you tell your dreams to me
Fantasy will set you free
Close your eyes girl
Look inside girl
Let the sound take you away
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
Draco looked up, his fork pausing half-way to his mouth.
“Yes, yes, that’s right, Malfoy. Just a bit more and you will have successfully managed not to get egg on your face.” Blaise joked.
Frowning, Draco lowered his fork of scrambled eggs back down to his plate.
“Oh well, we can try again later. Can't expect you to always be able to feed yourself.” Blaise mused. “What’s up?”
“That’s what I want to know.” Draco nodded over towards the Gryffindor end of the Great Hall. “Granger looks like she’s about to hex someone to the next world or beyond and Weasel-ette is skipping. Skipping?!?! Who skips around here?”
“Maybe Granger got as much sleep as you did.”
Draco blinked.
“Look, my friend, you’re pale to begin with. Today, if you had black hair and red lips, you’d pass for a geisha.”
Draco elbowed Zabini.
“Although, there’s an image….Granger as a geisha. Small steps. Pouring tea. Serving your every need.” Blaise said dreamily. He tapped his index finger against his lips at the pleasurable mental images.
“Hey, that’s a concubine.” Draco protested.
“Some say toe-mae-to, some say toe-mah-to.” Blaise shrugged. “Hey, here comes Pansy. Wanna talk about that kiss again?”
“Shut up.” Draco hissed.
“Good morning, Dracy-kins! Zabini.” Pansy all but cooed in a loud voice.
Hermione glanced up at the loudly annoying voice and saw the Slytherin Slut draping herself over Draco. He wasn’t protesting. He wasn’t pushing her away. He wasn’t doing anything at all.
“Uhhh…’Mione. If you don’t like the sausages, why do you get them?” Harry asked.
Yet again, another smushed link of meat. Suddenly, Hermione wished there was a similar object to smush.
Ron winced, seeing Hermione’s face go cold. He shifted lightly in his chair, almost wishing it was time for classes to start. Hermione's treatment of breakfast food was becoming distinctly uncomfortable for the Gyffindor men.