FOREVER FANTASY

Chapter Five: Classes Start


Hermione was in the bathroom bent low wiping the soap from her face, when she felt someone behind her. “What do you want Malfoy?” she said as she turned around.

“To finish what you started yesterday.” He pulled her to him and kissed her roughly on the mouth. She tried to push him away, her hands touching the naked skin of his chest where his robe gaped open. She tried to push him away, but then he gentled the kiss. Her hand then went around the back of his head, her fingers running through his hair, to pull him closer. She felt a jolt of longing when she felt his tongue softly outlining her lips, to gain entry into her mouth where her tongue me his. She felt his hardness pressed against her. He broke the kiss to trail wet kisses along her jaw, then to her ear and neck, leaving a trail of fire where his lips touched. He took the lobe of her ear in his mouth, his hot breath sending sensuous shivers down her back. His hands slid into her robe, touching the softness of her skin to pull her closer. He ran his hands along her bare back to cup her bottom to rub himself against her. He ran his lips down to her breast where he took her nipple in his mouth, while his fingers on his other hand lightly pinched her other nipple. Hermione gasped and pressed his head closer to her. She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter. Hermione pulled his head up and kissed him hard, while sliding her hands to his chest and bringing them up to slide the robe of his shoulders to reveal broad shoulders. Her hands felt the heat of his skin, as she brought her head to the side of his neck where she bit him and then sucked on the skin leaving a red mark. He moaned and tossed his head back. She then softly bit his skin while she moved lower, then ran her tongue over each bite. She nibbled his nipple, then proceeded to suck them. Her hand moving lower where she cupped him through his pajama bottoms. He pulled her up and pulled her to him where he kissed her breathless. He pushed her against the vanity where he lifted her up to sit, her legs on either side of him. He ran his hands along the inside of her thighs until he reached her panties. He slid a finger in the opening where he inserted it into her wetness. Hermione edged closer to the edge where he could have better access. He pulled his finger out to slide her panties down her hips, then started to kiss the insides of her knees to work his way up to her swollen lips. He stopped and gently blew on her wetness. Hermione moaned low in her throat. Draco ran his tongue along the length of her, then dove in, to take her hardened clit in his mouth where he swirled his tongue around. He slid two fingers into her, moving them faster and faster. Hermione was bucking her hips as the pressure was building, when finally Draco felt her pulsating around his fingers . . .


Hermione woke up still with the dream fresh in her mind. Her hands had found their way down into her panties where she felt a dull throb with her fingers. “God, that felt so real,” she laughed to herself, “talk about your wet dreams.” She lay there getting her breath back to normal, then went into the shower to clear the dream out of her head.

She got dressed in her uniform and clipped the sides of her hair back. The first class of the year was double potions, she always found it very interesting, so was looking forward to it.

After breakfast in the great hall, Harry, Ron and herself went down to the dungeons. They sat down at their usual table a couple of rows from the back, as the rest of the students filed into the classroom. They shared this class with Slytherin, so there were a lot of familiar faces. Malfoy was one of the last to come in. He glanced over at Hermione, where her face flushed hot, still thinking of his blonde head bent down between her legs in her dream. She turned away, as she realized Harry was trying to ask her something.

“Earth to Hermione, come in Hermione. I’ve been trying to get your attention to ask you how you like your room,” asked Harry.

Hermione looked over to Harry in apology. “Oh, sorry Harry, didn’t sleep too good last night. It was too quiet maybe. Not used to having a bedroom to myself. As for my room it has a huge four poster bed, and it is done in our house colours. The common room is large with a fireplace, and a study area by the window. But best of all, there’s a large indoor swimming pool and some exercise equipment.”

Ron having been listening to Hermione said, “Wow, sounds wicked. Guess it pays off being a brain, huh.”

Their conversation was put to an abrupt halt as Professor Snape came in and silenced the class.

“Class, this year you are in Advanced Potions. I don’t expect too many of you to pass this class, as it may be too much for you to grasp with your little minds. Most of you just skimmed a passing grade to be accepted,” as he looked over to Ron. He went over to the blackboard and touched his wand to it where a list of instructions appeared. “Our first potion that you will be attempting is a truth potion - not as potent or life threatening as Veritaserum that is restricted by the Ministry of Magic. It will only last about fifteen minutes and you should not be able to feel pain like you would with the stronger potion.”

Professor Snape paused and looked around the room “While you are in this class, you will be working with partners of my choosing” he said as he sneered over to Harry and Ron. “After I announce your partners, you must collect your things and sit with them. Harry Potter - Blaise Zambini, Ron Weasley - Shanna Collins, Draco Malfoy - Hermione Granger . . . ” Snape went down the list of students mostly pairing house against house.

A petite blonde came over to the table and looked at Ron “You must be Ron Weasley, I’m Shanna.” She said smiling. “Do you want to sit here or back where I was sitting?”

Hermione started to gather her things, “Why don’t you sit here, I’ll go back to his highness’s table in the back.”

She slammed her books and cauldron down and took out her quill to write down the instructions.

“Sit down, and pay attention. As you may have noticed, there is a blank spot at the bottom, which is a mystery that you will have to figure out for me by the next class. I will be adding the ingredient myself near the end of your mixing. Your task is to tell me what this ingredient is, and the effects this potion has on you and your partner. You will take turns and ask questions . . . within reason,” Snape ordered.

Hermione was writing the instructions down, while Draco was getting the cauldron and fire ready. “It says to let the top three ingredients boil until it goes to an on orange colour, then to add the dragon scales and stir clockwise for five minutes,” Hermione read aloud from her notes.

As Draco was stirring the mixture, he looked over to her “So Granger, what’s this big opportunity for you that’s happening in a couple of weeks?” He said with a sneer. “Getting a life maybe?”

“Sod off Malfoy, don’t be such an ass!” Hermione countered.

“Ooh, the mudblood is a bit testy today. What, you didn’t get your nightly snog session with Saint Potter last night?” He sneered.

To Draco’s surprise Hermione started to laugh. “You are truly demented, do you know that Malfoy?”

Snape took this time to walk over to the table to add the last ingredient to their mixture. “Let this boil for five minutes while stirring counter-clockwise until it turns to a clear liquid, then it will be time to test it.”

Hermione stirred until she saw the mixture clear. “Does it look all right, you think?”

Draco looked into the cauldron and could see the bottom. “Looks okay to me, we’ll put enough in these beakers to test. Who goes first?”

“I will, remember the questions should be within reason . . . whatever that means,” Hermione said, “Well, here goes,” she grinned, as she downed the contents of the beaker.

“So how do you feel?” Draco asked, quill in hand to take notes on the effects.

Hermione thought on how to describe it “I feels kind of tingly . . . kind of warm and cool at the same time . . . feels weird. Well go ahead, ask away,” she said dreading what the questions would be, especially since she saw the calculating look to his eyes.

“Have you and Potter ever had a snogging session?” Draco asked.

“No.”

“Are you a virgin?”

“No.”

Draco was surprised at this answer. “Was it someone from Hogwarts that you lost your cherry to?”

Hermione glared at Draco. “NO.”

“What is this opportunity coming up for you in a couple of weeks?” Draco sneekily asked.

Hermione tried to block it out, but felt an intense heat through her body. “That is not being fair Malfoy,” she said, through gritted teeth.

“Just answer the question, ‘What great opportunity is about to happen to you?’” He repeated.

“ I was offered a modelling job for a magazine,” she said as the heat was replaced with coolness.

Draco started laughing. “You! For what magazine, ‘Witch’s pet?”

“Was that a question Malfoy?” She glared at him.

“No, it was just a comment of my own,” he said, still smirking.

Hermione looked up at the clock. “Five minutes left . . . the effects seems to be wearing off a bit.”

Draco thought about it and finally asked, “Why did you kiss me at the train station?”

Hermione looked him in the eye. “Because I wanted to fuck with your head . . . to shock the shit out of you.”

“Why?” Draco asked.

“Because of all the torment and humiliation you put me through the years. For calling me a mudblood . . . although that doesn’t bother me anymore, hasn’t for a while now,” Hermione truthfully answered.

“Why doesn’t it bother you any more?”

She smiled at him, “Because I am not a mudblood. My real father was a wizard.” Hermione looked up at the clock and at precisely fifteen minutes, she felt the tingly sensation ebbing away. “Times Up.”

Draco sat there pondering on what she had revealed to him. It seems that there is more to Granger that he had thought.

Hermione wrote down how she felt and the effects and handed the other beaker to Draco. “Your turn.”

“What if I don’t want to do this?” He asked hesitantly.

“Then we fail this experiment, and I for one, am not willing to accept a failing grade mark, even if I have to force this down your throat myself,” she stated with menace.

Draco looked at her and knew that she would, “Fine, give me the beaker.” He downed the contents, already dreading the questions.

“So, how do you feel?” She asked.

Draco thought about the sensation. “Same as you did, I think, my vision is also a bit blurry,” Draco added.

Hermione noted this down, then turned to him. “Are you a virgin?” she asked with a smirk.

“No.”

“Were you a death-eater?”

“No, although my father tried to force me into becoming one.”

Hermione said the next question so fast that Draco was not expecting it. “Did you enjoy the kiss we shared at the train station?”

At this question, Hermione noticed Malfoy wiping his hands on his robes. “You can’t lie to me, I know that you are trying to fight it,” she said pointing to his hands “Your hands are sweating and you probably have a burning sensation, tell me the truth and it will go away. I’ll ask again, did you enjoy the kiss?”

“Yes”

“Did it make you hot?”

“Yes”

Draco saw the Granger was enjoying herself and looked at the clock, damn still eight minutes to go.

Hermione thought about the next question and looked him in the eye, “What did you dream last night?”

Draco was not expecting this, and he couldn’t lie which was really pissing him off. “I was dreaming about you.”

Hermione was thinking about her own dream when she asked, “What were we doing?”

Draco leaned closer to Hermione and said in a low voice, “You were just coming out of the shower, your silk robe clinging to your curves. I gathered you in my arms where we kissed passionately , our tongues swirling around each other. We stumbled into the common room and disrobed, the fire was giving off a warmth to our already warm bodies. I started kissing your lush mouth, then nibbled my way down to your neck then down to your breasts, where then I proceeded to flick my tongue over your pebbled nipples.....” Draco placed his hand on her bare thigh where it moved up to the hem of her skirt. “I kissed my way down to your flat stomach, while my fingers worked their way into your wetness. My fingers were bringing you closer and closer to an orgasm, and then . . . ” Draco felt the tingly sensation leave his body and looked to the clock. “Times up. The fifteen minutes are up.” Draco said, noticing that her brown eyes were hazy and a deeper colour of brown. Her face was flushed and her breathing erratic.

Hermione felt the dampness between her legs and the imprint of his hand on her leg when he removed it. She shifted in her seat and licked her dry lips, then said in a husky voice, “Uh . . . okay then, how are the after effects of the potion for you, how do you feel?” Her quill ready to take notes on the parchment.

Draco thought he felt very horny but answered instead, “The tingly feeling is also gone for me, it felt kind of like the pain relevant Madame Pomfrey gave me when I was injured during a quidditch match.”

Hermione’s quick mind grasped this information, Draco’s description of his dream faded to the back of her mind. “We’ll have to check in the library, maybe do some research on healing potions. The ingredient Professor Snape added was a blue colour . . . so that’s a start.” She looked over at him. “Maybe you should go talk to Pomfrey to find out what the pain relevant potion was called.”

Draco looked at the animated expression on Granger’s face. A feeling of respect growing on her smartness, and the ideas she was coming up with. There was still something that he was curious about though. “Hey, Granger.”

“Hm,” Hermione hummed as her quill was scratching furiously across the parchment.

“What will you be modelling?” He asked.

Hermione looked over at Malfoy, “Something you would not probably guess, and frankly, it’s really none of your business. You’re lucky you found that bit out.”

The rest of the day was spent accustoming themselves with their new classes and adding the homework to a growing pile. After the day was finally over, Hermione agreed to meet Harry and Ron for dinner. She wanted to test out some of that new fitness equipment. She knew that Malfoy was in the infirmary talking to Madame Pomfrey for their potions homework, so she knew she had some time to herself.

She changed into her short T-shirt and shorts and laced up her runners. She started with some stretching exercises to loosen up a bit first, then turned on her ghetto blaster, using a very useful charm for it to work inside the castle. At the sounds of Creed and Metallica blaring around her, she started with sit-ups, then went on to the nautilus machine to work on her legs and arms. After two hours, feeling exhilarated and clear minded, she grabbed her towel to wipe the sweat from her neck and face while she walked to the bathroom to have a quick shower. She never noticed someone in the shadows watching her.

Draco had come through the portrait portal to the sounds of very loud music, the likes that he has never heard before. He listened to it for a bit, liking the sound of it. Curious, he went to investigate. He was drawn to the work out area where he saw Hermione doing leg presses with a surprising amount of weight. He stood back observing her for a while as she continued with her work out. Her glistening body from the sweat showed her well-defined muscle in her legs, arms and her flat stomach. Draco walked away quietly, leaving her to her privacy. ‘I guess you can never tell with all those layers of clothes she wears every day that she had that body hidden under them,’ he thought to himself.

He went to have a quick ‘cold’ shower before he got changed to have dinner in the hall.


(re-edited Nov. 2/05)