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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
2,861
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Déjà vu
Okeydokey folks, here\'s chapter 4. It\'s short, but the next one\'s going to be long, so it will balance out. There will be a light smattering of smut, followed in the sixth chapter by the main course. Once again, thanks for reviews and also any tips on what you want to happen will be much appreciated.
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Snape glided from the Great Hall, leaving early to avoid the rush. He was just passing the showers when Draco emerged, nodded respectfully and walked to his room. Snape stood there, his mouth slightly open and his eyes open in confusion. He knew Draco was careful about hygiene, but surely he was being obsessive. The professor made a mental note to talk with him about it and set off for his office and personal quarters.
Draco again entered his room, woke Gelt and fetched her clothes for her. While watching her dress he talked with her about another meeting. Clarice was all for it, but Draco had to dissuade her, talking about how their houses and teachers wouldn’t approve. Had any other male attempted such a conversation then they would have ended up with a brutal scarlet handprint across their cheek, yet Draco was a master of negotiation. He had been present at his father’s appeal at Azkaban, and had seen first hand how Lucius had confounded his opponents with very simple arguments and language. Draco using a little known curse to control the judge’s body had helped as well, but the principle was still there. Sort of.
Ever the gentleman, Draco escorted Clarice to the Hufflepuff common room. He kissed her politely on the cheek and departed. Inside his memory palace, sitting cross-legged atop a grand piano Malfoy recalled everything he could about his next target, Ginny Weasley.
She was the sister of the Weasel, daughter of the poverty-stricken purebloods and as much as he hated to admit it, a very attractive young girl. She had grown legs and a rather enticing chest over the years and had a large amount of the male population of Hogwarts throwing her glances. He knew she enjoyed a bad boy; she’d dated a number of Slytherins to spite her brother. Draco mused on what he could do to her, and as a result, her brother. Letting the room slip away, Draco returned to Hogwarts, and found himself at the door to his room. He went in, and got to work formulata sia simple plan on how to get himself and Ginny alone for a suitably lengthy period of time. Time to have some fun.
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Snape glided from the Great Hall, leaving early to avoid the rush. He was just passing the showers when Draco emerged, nodded respectfully and walked to his room. Snape stood there, his mouth slightly open and his eyes open in confusion. He knew Draco was careful about hygiene, but surely he was being obsessive. The professor made a mental note to talk with him about it and set off for his office and personal quarters.
Draco again entered his room, woke Gelt and fetched her clothes for her. While watching her dress he talked with her about another meeting. Clarice was all for it, but Draco had to dissuade her, talking about how their houses and teachers wouldn’t approve. Had any other male attempted such a conversation then they would have ended up with a brutal scarlet handprint across their cheek, yet Draco was a master of negotiation. He had been present at his father’s appeal at Azkaban, and had seen first hand how Lucius had confounded his opponents with very simple arguments and language. Draco using a little known curse to control the judge’s body had helped as well, but the principle was still there. Sort of.
Ever the gentleman, Draco escorted Clarice to the Hufflepuff common room. He kissed her politely on the cheek and departed. Inside his memory palace, sitting cross-legged atop a grand piano Malfoy recalled everything he could about his next target, Ginny Weasley.
She was the sister of the Weasel, daughter of the poverty-stricken purebloods and as much as he hated to admit it, a very attractive young girl. She had grown legs and a rather enticing chest over the years and had a large amount of the male population of Hogwarts throwing her glances. He knew she enjoyed a bad boy; she’d dated a number of Slytherins to spite her brother. Draco mused on what he could do to her, and as a result, her brother. Letting the room slip away, Draco returned to Hogwarts, and found himself at the door to his room. He went in, and got to work formulata sia simple plan on how to get himself and Ginny alone for a suitably lengthy period of time. Time to have some fun.