Life is Strange
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
3,673
Reviews:
14
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Currently Reading:
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Ch 5 Poison
Poison by Alice Cooper
Poison
Your cruel device
Your blood like ice
One look could kill
My pain, your thrill
I want to love you, but I better not touch
I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop
I want to kiss you but I want it too much
I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison
You're poison runnin' thru my veins
You're poison, I don't want to break these chains
Your mouth, so hot
Your web, I'm caught
Your skin, so wet
Black lace on sweat
I hear you calling and it's needles and pins (And pins)
I want to hurt you just to hear you screaming my name
Don't want to touch you but you're under my skin (Deep in)
I want to kiss you but your lips are venomous poison
You're poison runnin'thru my veins
You're poison, I don't want to break these chains
Poison
One look could kill
My pain, your thrill
I want to love you, but I better not touch (Don't touch)
I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop
I want to kiss you but I want it too much (Too much)
I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison
You're poison runnin'thru my veins
You're poison, I don't want to break these chains
Poison
I want to love you, but I better not touch (Don't touch)
I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop
I want to kiss you but I want it too much (Too much)
I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison, yeah
I don't want to break these chains Poison, oh no
Runnin'deep inside my veins, Burnin'deep inside my veins
It's poison I don't want to break these chains
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It was totally black. Hermione couldn't see an inch in front of her, but she could hear him breathing. She waited. There were several odd smells blanketing the cupboard. Honeysuckle and mold. Mushrooms and orchids.
Nothing.
Minutes passed.
Nothing.
Was it some horrible kind of joke? Was he going to bray laughter, illuminating the room to find it full of Slytherins laughing a the idea of Hermione thinking Malfoy wanted to....
Draco could barely breathe. She had really done it. She followed him. He had instinctively come into the cupboard, but he really hadn't thought she would follow him. Now what? Was he really going to do this, start...”something” with Granger. With a mudblood? This mudblood? The mudblood? His father would have hysterics. His father would kill him. Probably literally. His mother would gape in horror. It made him smile. He could hear her breathing. Little gasps. He stepped forwards.
She sensed him moving towards her. What should she do? Should she scream or run or.
..
He took her hands. She was shaking. He could hear her breathing increase. Potter was right her hands were frigid. He pulled her closer, blanking out his mind that was screaming at him to stop. He bent down, his eyes adjusted enough to see her shadowy form looking up at him. Slowly, he lightly pressed his lips to hers. It was a soft kiss, over in a second. But his body went up in flames. He backed away a little.
He had kissed her.
Draco Malfoy had kissed her, Hermione Granger. And it was...so nice, she thought through her shock. She put her fingers to her lips. His soft kiss as quick as it was, was better than the rough peck she'd been given by Victor Krum.
She could sense him a few feet away. He had taken the first few steps, but now she was committed (or should be committed). She was a Gryffindor, but that meant bravery, so, swallowing her fears and doubt and ravings to stop, she stepped towards him. Hands shaking she reached up and placed them flat on his vest. She could feel his heart racing, and she was shocked to realize how excited she was. Here was little Hermione Granger, noted bookworm, and expert nagger. Doing something quiet illicit with someone dangerous and horrible. Wow. Sure she knew she was acting like a lunatic; but still, she was excited.
She looked up at him. He bent his head down towards hers again, and this time his lips pressed hers a little harder. He made a sound in the back of his throat, and suddenly he pushed her roughly against the door, pressing his body flush against hers.
Merlin, she felt so good against his body. At the train station, he had been so surprised and he had been frozen, but now, he pushed against her, reveling in the act of purposeful degradation. His lips forced hers open and his tongue found hers. Her mouth was wet and hot, and he couldn't help but grind his erection against her belly as she tentatively touched her tongue to his. She started making little sounds, tiny moans that made his blood race and sing as he kissed her, devoured her.
She was poison. Everything his father had warned him about. Everything that was wrong with the world, impure and worthless. But he couldn't help himself. She wasn't cold any longer, she was burning hot.
Then she reached up and plunged her hands into his hair. It was silky soft. He returned the favor, kissing down her neck, soft, so soft, and burying his hands in her hair. Granger's bushy brown hair. Granger. Granger.
“Malfoy,” she moaned, his hands in her hair.
“Don't say anything,” he growled against her neck.
"Hermione," a voice called into the potions classroom. "Are you there?"
Hermone froze with Malfoys hand just going under her blouse in the back. It was Ginny's voice.
"I thought you said she had to redo your potion."
"She must have finished pretty quick. Maybe she's in the library." Harry's voice.
As the door slammed, Hermione sat there, her excitement drenched in cold burst of shock. She pulled out of Malfoy's arms, ignoring his angry protests. She wrenched open the potions cupboard and fled, running as quickly as she could away from what was probably the biggest mistake of her life.
Poison
Your cruel device
Your blood like ice
One look could kill
My pain, your thrill
I want to love you, but I better not touch
I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop
I want to kiss you but I want it too much
I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison
You're poison runnin' thru my veins
You're poison, I don't want to break these chains
Your mouth, so hot
Your web, I'm caught
Your skin, so wet
Black lace on sweat
I hear you calling and it's needles and pins (And pins)
I want to hurt you just to hear you screaming my name
Don't want to touch you but you're under my skin (Deep in)
I want to kiss you but your lips are venomous poison
You're poison runnin'thru my veins
You're poison, I don't want to break these chains
Poison
One look could kill
My pain, your thrill
I want to love you, but I better not touch (Don't touch)
I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop
I want to kiss you but I want it too much (Too much)
I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison
You're poison runnin'thru my veins
You're poison, I don't want to break these chains
Poison
I want to love you, but I better not touch (Don't touch)
I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop
I want to kiss you but I want it too much (Too much)
I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison, yeah
I don't want to break these chains Poison, oh no
Runnin'deep inside my veins, Burnin'deep inside my veins
It's poison I don't want to break these chains
---------------------------------------------
It was totally black. Hermione couldn't see an inch in front of her, but she could hear him breathing. She waited. There were several odd smells blanketing the cupboard. Honeysuckle and mold. Mushrooms and orchids.
Nothing.
Minutes passed.
Nothing.
Was it some horrible kind of joke? Was he going to bray laughter, illuminating the room to find it full of Slytherins laughing a the idea of Hermione thinking Malfoy wanted to....
Draco could barely breathe. She had really done it. She followed him. He had instinctively come into the cupboard, but he really hadn't thought she would follow him. Now what? Was he really going to do this, start...”something” with Granger. With a mudblood? This mudblood? The mudblood? His father would have hysterics. His father would kill him. Probably literally. His mother would gape in horror. It made him smile. He could hear her breathing. Little gasps. He stepped forwards.
She sensed him moving towards her. What should she do? Should she scream or run or.
..
He took her hands. She was shaking. He could hear her breathing increase. Potter was right her hands were frigid. He pulled her closer, blanking out his mind that was screaming at him to stop. He bent down, his eyes adjusted enough to see her shadowy form looking up at him. Slowly, he lightly pressed his lips to hers. It was a soft kiss, over in a second. But his body went up in flames. He backed away a little.
He had kissed her.
Draco Malfoy had kissed her, Hermione Granger. And it was...so nice, she thought through her shock. She put her fingers to her lips. His soft kiss as quick as it was, was better than the rough peck she'd been given by Victor Krum.
She could sense him a few feet away. He had taken the first few steps, but now she was committed (or should be committed). She was a Gryffindor, but that meant bravery, so, swallowing her fears and doubt and ravings to stop, she stepped towards him. Hands shaking she reached up and placed them flat on his vest. She could feel his heart racing, and she was shocked to realize how excited she was. Here was little Hermione Granger, noted bookworm, and expert nagger. Doing something quiet illicit with someone dangerous and horrible. Wow. Sure she knew she was acting like a lunatic; but still, she was excited.
She looked up at him. He bent his head down towards hers again, and this time his lips pressed hers a little harder. He made a sound in the back of his throat, and suddenly he pushed her roughly against the door, pressing his body flush against hers.
Merlin, she felt so good against his body. At the train station, he had been so surprised and he had been frozen, but now, he pushed against her, reveling in the act of purposeful degradation. His lips forced hers open and his tongue found hers. Her mouth was wet and hot, and he couldn't help but grind his erection against her belly as she tentatively touched her tongue to his. She started making little sounds, tiny moans that made his blood race and sing as he kissed her, devoured her.
She was poison. Everything his father had warned him about. Everything that was wrong with the world, impure and worthless. But he couldn't help himself. She wasn't cold any longer, she was burning hot.
Then she reached up and plunged her hands into his hair. It was silky soft. He returned the favor, kissing down her neck, soft, so soft, and burying his hands in her hair. Granger's bushy brown hair. Granger. Granger.
“Malfoy,” she moaned, his hands in her hair.
“Don't say anything,” he growled against her neck.
"Hermione," a voice called into the potions classroom. "Are you there?"
Hermone froze with Malfoys hand just going under her blouse in the back. It was Ginny's voice.
"I thought you said she had to redo your potion."
"She must have finished pretty quick. Maybe she's in the library." Harry's voice.
As the door slammed, Hermione sat there, her excitement drenched in cold burst of shock. She pulled out of Malfoy's arms, ignoring his angry protests. She wrenched open the potions cupboard and fled, running as quickly as she could away from what was probably the biggest mistake of her life.