Halloween Mix-Up
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Adult ++
Chapters:
34
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56,854
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182
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Feelings
Halloween Mix-Up
by: Tassana Burrfoot
Chapter Three: Feelings
Hermione glanced at Harry curiously. He had been avoiding her all morning. She leaned close to him and whispered to him, "Are you all right?"
He jumped at the feel of her breath on his cheek. He had to stop himself from turning to her and kissing her right there. The gods knew, he wanted to. He simply nodded and answered, "I'm trying to concentrate on my studies."
She looked at him incrediously. Harry? Concentrate on his studies? Maybe she was dreaming... She pinched herself and yelped. No, she wasn't dreaming.
She turned to Ron to see him staring at her. She raised an eyebrow. "Ronald?"
"Yes?" he said seductively.
Harry growled at his best friend. "Ron, pay attention! This is study hall."
"But, I am studying," Ron justified, not taking his eyes off of Hermione.
Now, the girl was getting worried. Harry was studying his books, Ron was studying... her? She sat up straight and looked forward. That's when she caught the gray gaze of Draco Malfoy. Was he studying her as well? It sure looked like it.
Suddenly feeling uncomfortable, Hermione excused herself and left the hall. She wandered the corridors aimlessly, trying to figure out what was going on. Why the sudden change in Harry and Ron's demeanor? And why on earth had Malfoy been staring at her?
She was so absorbed in her thoughts, she ran right into a solid wall. A solid wall with arms and cloth... She slowly raised her gaze to the boy who held her.
"You really should watch where you are going, Granger," Malfoy suggested, holding onto her arms in a vice-like grip.
She gave him a tentative smile. "Thanks... I think. Well, I should probably be going," she offered as she tried to break free of him.
"What's the rush?" he questioned. "We are alone in this hallway. No one even knows we are here."
Before she could protest, his lips captured hers in a greedy kiss. He was rough and hard, forcing his tongue into her mouth and pressing his body against hers. She could feel his hardened cock press against her stomach.
Shocked, she yanked her head from him and cried out. "Malfoy, what are you doing?!" she demanded, trying to break free.
He pushed her up against the wall. "What does it feel like I'm doing?" he whispered in her ear as he kissed her ear lobes and began kissing along her neck. "I'm going to make you mine."
"I've got an idea," she said, suddenly, causing him to look at her curiously.
She placed her hands on either side of his face and smiled at him longingly. The moment he returned her smile, she banged her forehead into his. He fell back onto the floor, letting her loose. She stood there in a daze for a moment.
Holding her hand to her forehead, she trying to shake off the pain. "That looks so much easier in the movies," she muttered to herself.
She quickly got her barrings and sprinted down the corridor. She had to get away from him.
(II) (II)
Hermione stood next to Professor Snape patiently. She listened as he drawled on about the rest of her detention.
"I hope that is not to difficult for you, Miss Granger?" he quipped snidely.
She smiled pleasantly back at him. "Of course not, Professor. I am almost finished, after all," she told him.
He gave her a curt nod and handed her the self inking quill and bit of parchment. As she reached to grab it, her fingers lightly grazed his hand. She gasped slightly at the touch and pulled back. He raised an eyebrow before grabbing her hand and putting the quill and parchment in them.
"I will be back in three hours," he told her. "You had better have this finished by then."
He turned and walked away.
She stood there confused. She had felt that bolt of electricity when her fingers grazed upon his hand. Had he felt it as well?
A thought came upon her as she remembered last night. The couch. She had felt that same jolt when Ron had caressed her forehead and when Harry had tickled her feet. She had also felt it when she had slapped Malfoy earlier last night. Was it all connected?
With this in mind, she set about the task of going through the books.
(III) (III)
Snape stopped outside the library and looked down at his hand. The burning sensation did not ease up. Her touch had caused an electric spark to coarse through him, beginning with that spot.
He continued to study his hand as he made his way to his office. He sat in his favourite chair and gazed into the fire.
Soon, he was able to see her within the flames. She was dancing for him a most seductive dance. His eyes became hooded as he watched her. He felt his hand slip beneath his trousers and imagined it was her hand instead.
His fiery imp was touching him, caressing him, kissing him. She was bringing to him a satisfaction he hadn't known in years. In years...
Snape stopped. He blinked his eyes and glared furiously at the flames. It had been years since he last felt this sort of longing, of need. In fact, the last time he felt it was some sixteen years ago.
He sneered. The little minx had placed a spell on him. It was the only reasoning behind it. He would never feel this way about a student. She was playing with him.
Very well. She wanted to play with the big dogs? He was fair game.
by: Tassana Burrfoot
Chapter Three: Feelings
Hermione glanced at Harry curiously. He had been avoiding her all morning. She leaned close to him and whispered to him, "Are you all right?"
He jumped at the feel of her breath on his cheek. He had to stop himself from turning to her and kissing her right there. The gods knew, he wanted to. He simply nodded and answered, "I'm trying to concentrate on my studies."
She looked at him incrediously. Harry? Concentrate on his studies? Maybe she was dreaming... She pinched herself and yelped. No, she wasn't dreaming.
She turned to Ron to see him staring at her. She raised an eyebrow. "Ronald?"
"Yes?" he said seductively.
Harry growled at his best friend. "Ron, pay attention! This is study hall."
"But, I am studying," Ron justified, not taking his eyes off of Hermione.
Now, the girl was getting worried. Harry was studying his books, Ron was studying... her? She sat up straight and looked forward. That's when she caught the gray gaze of Draco Malfoy. Was he studying her as well? It sure looked like it.
Suddenly feeling uncomfortable, Hermione excused herself and left the hall. She wandered the corridors aimlessly, trying to figure out what was going on. Why the sudden change in Harry and Ron's demeanor? And why on earth had Malfoy been staring at her?
She was so absorbed in her thoughts, she ran right into a solid wall. A solid wall with arms and cloth... She slowly raised her gaze to the boy who held her.
"You really should watch where you are going, Granger," Malfoy suggested, holding onto her arms in a vice-like grip.
She gave him a tentative smile. "Thanks... I think. Well, I should probably be going," she offered as she tried to break free of him.
"What's the rush?" he questioned. "We are alone in this hallway. No one even knows we are here."
Before she could protest, his lips captured hers in a greedy kiss. He was rough and hard, forcing his tongue into her mouth and pressing his body against hers. She could feel his hardened cock press against her stomach.
Shocked, she yanked her head from him and cried out. "Malfoy, what are you doing?!" she demanded, trying to break free.
He pushed her up against the wall. "What does it feel like I'm doing?" he whispered in her ear as he kissed her ear lobes and began kissing along her neck. "I'm going to make you mine."
"I've got an idea," she said, suddenly, causing him to look at her curiously.
She placed her hands on either side of his face and smiled at him longingly. The moment he returned her smile, she banged her forehead into his. He fell back onto the floor, letting her loose. She stood there in a daze for a moment.
Holding her hand to her forehead, she trying to shake off the pain. "That looks so much easier in the movies," she muttered to herself.
She quickly got her barrings and sprinted down the corridor. She had to get away from him.
(II) (II)
Hermione stood next to Professor Snape patiently. She listened as he drawled on about the rest of her detention.
"I hope that is not to difficult for you, Miss Granger?" he quipped snidely.
She smiled pleasantly back at him. "Of course not, Professor. I am almost finished, after all," she told him.
He gave her a curt nod and handed her the self inking quill and bit of parchment. As she reached to grab it, her fingers lightly grazed his hand. She gasped slightly at the touch and pulled back. He raised an eyebrow before grabbing her hand and putting the quill and parchment in them.
"I will be back in three hours," he told her. "You had better have this finished by then."
He turned and walked away.
She stood there confused. She had felt that bolt of electricity when her fingers grazed upon his hand. Had he felt it as well?
A thought came upon her as she remembered last night. The couch. She had felt that same jolt when Ron had caressed her forehead and when Harry had tickled her feet. She had also felt it when she had slapped Malfoy earlier last night. Was it all connected?
With this in mind, she set about the task of going through the books.
(III) (III)
Snape stopped outside the library and looked down at his hand. The burning sensation did not ease up. Her touch had caused an electric spark to coarse through him, beginning with that spot.
He continued to study his hand as he made his way to his office. He sat in his favourite chair and gazed into the fire.
Soon, he was able to see her within the flames. She was dancing for him a most seductive dance. His eyes became hooded as he watched her. He felt his hand slip beneath his trousers and imagined it was her hand instead.
His fiery imp was touching him, caressing him, kissing him. She was bringing to him a satisfaction he hadn't known in years. In years...
Snape stopped. He blinked his eyes and glared furiously at the flames. It had been years since he last felt this sort of longing, of need. In fact, the last time he felt it was some sixteen years ago.
He sneered. The little minx had placed a spell on him. It was the only reasoning behind it. He would never feel this way about a student. She was playing with him.
Very well. She wanted to play with the big dogs? He was fair game.