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Magic Dance
MAGIC DANCE
Lyrics : David Bowie
Characters : JK Rowling
Disclaimer : My singing white canary, Jareth, told me I had to include a song from "Labyrinth". And, oh yeah, I still own nothing. Keep your fingers crossed for me...I'm hoping to own world peace by week's end!
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
You remind me of the babe
What babe? babe with the power
What power? power of voodoo
Who do? you do
Do what? remind me of the babe
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
Hermione left the Great Hall with her head held up. It was just a kiss. Just. A. Kiss. Nothing more, nothing less. If that were so true, though, why was she so upset by what she saw? Because, for a brief moment, she thought that he had cared, could care about her. For a just a moment in time, Hermione had felt possessed and had loved it.
Obviously, he had not felt the same.
((Let it go, girl. You're simply tired...that's all...oh, can it!))
Fuming, Hermione made her way to the library. There would no one to disturb at this hour of the day.
((How could I let him get to me? How could I let him kiss me? How could I want him?))
Hermione’s heart pointed out that it was impossible to pick who to fall in love with. For all those traits that Hermione held dear to herself, Malfoy possessed quite a few of them to some degree. Stubbornness. Intelligence. Humour…albeit rather warped in her Gryffindor opinion. Athletic. Leadership…granted, look at who he led.
She was hopeless. Played by a Slytherin. Oh yeah, she’d be loads of help for Harry in the fight against the Dark Lord. If a blond Slytherin boy could best her, what could she ever hope to contribute in the defeat of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named?
Curling up in a chair, Hermione hid her face from the world.
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
I saw my baby, crying hard as babe could cry
What could I do
My baby's love had gone
And left my baby blue
Nobody knew
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
Draco knew she’d go to the library. It was her little place of solitude, just as flying high above the quidditch pitch was his. The sight in the library stunned him however. He didn’t think he’d make her cry. She had left too soon. He had controlled his initial out-of-control reaction to Parkinson only to cruelly cut her down. Malfoy’s didn’t lose control in public and he’d be damned if Parkinson would make him the first to do so.
“Princess.” He said softly, conjuring a paper swan for her.
“What do you want?” Hermione’s answer was muffled as her face remained hidden.
“To find out why you’re upset.”
Brown eyes looked up and shot daggers at him.
Never in his life, was Draco ever so thankful for something to be just an expression. If those daggers had been real, he would have been one dead wizard.
He gently blew the swan towards Hermione.
She swatted it out of the air, not caring where or how it landed.
“Apparently my origami skills do not impress you.” Draco stated dryly.
Hermione’s eyes narrowed.
“I strongly suggest, Malfoy, that you get out of here before I’m forced to hex you into next term.”
“But who would be your potions partner?”
“I really don’t care.”
“Yes, you do.” Draco smirked. “No partner means no grade.”
“My grade? You think I care about my grade?!?!” Hermione practically screeched.
“Don’t you?” Draco questioned. His clearly didn't believe her.
Hermione paused.
“Yes, I do…and that is the only reason I won’t hex you. But get out of my sight, right now.”
“Last time I checked the library was open to all students.”
Hermione hissed.
“My, my…you would have a most welcome addition to Slytherin. Maybe we could talk to Dumbledore and get you transferred. We could see each more often and….”
“I don’t want to see you!” Hermione shouted. “You played me, Draco. Hah hah. Had your good little laugh at naïve Hermione. Great fun, sport.”
“Um, yeah, about that…”
“Oh shut it!” Hermione glared.
Draco’s mouth clamped shut. Something male in him told him let the hysterical female finish.
((Is this part of that whole survival instinct?))
“You saw my knickers. Bravo! You kissed me and I let you. Hurrah! I’m sure you and the Slytherin gang had a merry old laugh at that. Kudos. You won. Let it go.” Hermione marched out of the library.
Draco picked up the fallen swan.
“I don’t think that went so well, my friend.” He contemplated out loud. Using a finger, he pushed the swan's head up and down, making it agree with him. Draco found minimal solace in that.
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
What kind of magic spell to use
Slime and snails
Or puppy dogs' tails
Thunder or lightning
Then baby said
Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)
Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)
Put that baby spell on me
Jump magic, jump (jump magic, jump)
Jump magic, jump (jump magic, jump)
Put that magic jump on me
Slap that baby, make him free
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
“Come on, ‘Mione. We’re going to Hogsmeade and you can’t stay back here.” Harry protested.
“I can and I am, Harry. I have work to do.”
“Yeah, we all have work to do, but you need some down time.” Harry was worried as Hermione threw herself into her studies and become paler and paler over the past few weeks.
“Look, Harry, I appreciate your concern…”
“Great. Show me how much and come with us to Hogsmeade.” Harry’s green eyes pleaded. “You can’t leave me with Ron and Ginny. I’m outnumbered in more ways than I care to count.”
A small smile appeared on Hermione’s face. Harry’s gaze became hopeful.
“Okay.”
“Yes!” Harry punched the air in happiness.
Outside, the remaining group of students watched as Hermione and Harry made their way down the stairs.
Ginny ran up and grabbed her friend’s hand.
“Come on! Rumour has it some the students have created toboggan runs for us. We climb up the hill opposite to Hogsmeade and we sled all the way in to town!”
“How do we stop?” Hermione asked.
“Probably by hitting a building.” Ron offered.
Harry punched him in the arm.
“Race ya!” Ginny yelled and sprinted off.
“Hey!” Ron darted after her.
Harry looked at Hermione. He held an arm out.
“Shall we?” He asked, looking forward to a more sedate stroll.
Hermione looked at the offered arm and her friends slowly disappearing in the distance.
“Of course!” She laughed and took off.
“Not fair!” Harry shouted, racing after her.
Standing close and observing was a group of Slytherins.
“Is it true about the toboggans?” Goyle asked.
Crabbe nodded.
“It’s two per toboggan.” Blaise commented and then eyed the two Slytherin goons. “Although, I’m sure they’ll let you two go solo.”
Draco silently watched as the Gryffindors ran off.
Blaise offered his arm to Draco.
“Shall we?” He cooed.
Draco glared at his friend and marched off in the direction of the toboggans.
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
I saw my baby, trying hard as babe could try
What could I do
My baby's fun had gone
And left my baby blue
Nobody knew
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
Walking into the Three Broomsticks, Draco and Blaise looked for an empty table. No such luck.
“Bar or we share with someone else.” Blaise commented.
Draco sighed as he looked around.
The Golden Trio along with some of their housemates had laid claim to the tables by the fire.
“Doubt they’ll want to share with us.” He pointed out.
“Bar it is.” Blaise nudged the blond towards the stools. “You obviously want to stare so why don’t you take the stool facing them.”
“I’m not staring.”
“You are so staring…it’s borderline stalking. If this were the muggle world, she could take out a restraining order on you.”
“A what?”
“Never mind.”
“She looks bored.” Draco observed.
“Look who she’s with.” Blaise joked.
“She looks distracted.”
“Again, look who she’s with.”
“She looks upset.”
“Ummm…well, you are here.” Blaise commented. “And despite her not looking over here, odds are they all know you’re here and since you weren’t man enough to clear the air with her regarding Pansy, you are persona non grata in her books.”
Draco stared into his butterbeer.
“I want her, Blaise. I need to have her just to get her out of my system” He said simply.
“Have you told her that?” Blaise thought for second. "The first part. I wouldn't tell her the second."
Draco looked up at such a simple, yet complex, solution.
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
What kind of magic spell to use
Slime and snails
Or puppy dog's tails
Thunder or lightning
Then baby said
Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)
Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)
Put that baby spell on me
Jump magic, jump (jump magic, jump)
Jump magic, jump (jump magic, jump)
Put that magic jump on me
Slap that baby, make him free
Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)
Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)
Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)
Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)
Jump magic, jump (jump magic, jump)
Jump magic, jump (jump magic, jump)
Put that baby spell on me (ooh)
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
“We could hex him with the enlargement charm.” Ron suggested.
“No.” Harry replied. “Knowing your luck with that spell, it would backfire and part of him would enlarge making his nickname even more apt.”
“How about a silencing spell? So he can’t talk.” Ginny suggested.
“Nah, he’d get better grades in nonverbal magic.” Ron sulked.
“I’ve heard of a spell that causes a person to experience a burning, itching sensation in their private areas.” Harry suggested.
“That’s just unprotected sex.” Neville piped up and immediately flushed red.
“I know we can’t transfigure him into anything, but what if he made the sound of a ferret?” Lavender suggested.
“How about you all just shut up?” Hermione shouted as she jumped up. “Stay out of my life!”
There was silence throughout the room as she stormed out of the little pub.
“You know, her dramatic exits are actually improving.” Ron commented.
Harry glared over at Draco and Blaise. The latter smiled back and raised his mug of butterbeer to Harry, as Draco simply stared at the door.
“My friend, you have messed up big time.” Blaise said, returning his focus to Draco.
“How so?”
“Not only have you angered a woman, but a Gryffindor woman, and now her entire house hates you beyond belief.”
“They hated me before.” Draco argued.
“But now it’s personal.” Blaise leaned forward. “You better fix this before this becomes an all out house-war. I, personally, don't feel like counting body parts or cleaning up the mess.”
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
You remind me of the babe
What babe? the babe with the power
What power? power of voodoo
Who do? you do
Do what? remind me of the babe
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
“Granger!” Draco shouted down the street. No response.
“Granger!” He shouted again as he sprinted after her.
Hermione started to turn.
“What do you…ooooof!”
It was Draco’s turn to run into her.
Unfortunately, in the snow their footing was not the best, and he essentially tackled her to the ground. Draco idly realized as they fell that if this had been a story or one of those muggle things called fan fictions, the whole situtation would have been terribly cliche.
((Good thing this isn't a story...this is real life.))
Hermione blinked up at Draco.
“What. Do. You. Want.”
“To talk. To clear things up.”
“There is nothing to clear up, Malfoy, except why you are still on top of me and why we are still on the ground.”
“This is apparently the only way I get you to not run off on me.” Draco argued.
Huffing, Hermione glared up at him.
Draco stared down, suddenly at a loss for words. What was it about her that often rendered him incapable of a normal conversation? He either was rendered as silly as a Hufflepuff or as antagonistic as Snape.
“Well?” Her tone was impatient.
“Huh? Ummm…” Hufflepuff it was.
“Look, Malfoy, while I’m sure you’re enjoying this position as it is one you are so familiar with, I, for one, do not enjoy cold snow on my back.”
“You could be on top.” Draco suggested without thinking. He winced.
Hermione’s lips pursed. Okay, so his Slyththerin sex appeal charm was getting him no where.
“Get off of me.”
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
Dance magic, dance, ooh ooh ooh
Dance magic, dance magic, ooh ooh ooh
Dance magic
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
Hermione strolled the grounds on her own. It was nice…blissful solitude. No one asking for help with their homework. No one to pester her on how things were going with Draco. It was well before curfew but as the snows were now here, the sun disappeared quite early. Hermione missed the sun and its friendly warmth. She shivered as a shadow danced across the white on the ground.
((Wait…that’s not my shadow!))
Grabbing her wand, Hermione looked around. For a moment, the full moon captured her attention. She had never really seen its beauty before. The mottled disc’s silver shine was marred momentarily, as a figure on a broomstick glided to a stop in front of it. Ducking behind a tree, Hermione watched as the solitary figure danced in the air. Weaving one way, flitting across another. Zig. Zag. Hover. Ascend. Descend. It was like dancing…all that was needed was a partner.
Hermione stepped out from behind the tree but remained in the shadows. She envied this person and their love of the air. This was something not learned through reading or following instructions. Flying on a broomstick required a person to test their limits of control and Hermione wasn't sure if hers could handle that. Granted, it felt as if they had been tested much of late.
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
What kind of magic spell to use
Slime and snails
Or puppy dog tails
Thunder or lightning
Something frightening
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
Draco allowed the cold air to numb his face. He contemplated a warming charm, but it felt good to be numb. Or rather good to feel nothing. He knew he had blown it with Hermione. No amount of explaining would help him now. There were spells and charms he could use on her, but he knew that if he did that, it wouldn’t be Hermione beside him. Just a vacuous shell that sounded like her.
((That won't help. I need her. One night. Just one night! And get her out of my system. A few hours and I won't crave her touch. Must have. It's a Malfoy tradition...get what we want and toss it away. Sure fire cure.))
He pulled his broomstick up and hovered while staring at the moon. His thoughts were interrupted by a soft crunching sound.
Whirling around, he spotted a cloaked figure making its way back to the castle.
He didn’t enjoy being spied upon and, in anger, dove after the individual.
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
Dance magic, dance
Dance magic, dance
Put that baby spell on me
Jump magic, jump
Jump magic, jump
Put that magic jump on me
Slap that baby make him free
Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)
Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)
Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)
Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)
Jump magic, jump (jump magic, jump)
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
“If had known it was you, I might have been a bit more gentle.” Draco said, staring down at his prey.
“You know, I am becoming increasingly tired of this position.” Hermione complained staring up her now-known attacker.
“I offered to let you be on top last time.” He pointed out, smirking.
“What are you doing out here?” They asked at the same time.
“Thinking.” Was the similar response.
They glared at each other.
“Look, Princess…” Draco started. He felt Hermione tense up at that name. “About Parkinson…”
“There’s no need to explain, Malfoy…she’s a Slytherin. Enough said.”
“No, it’s not.” He started to raise his voice.
((Breathe, Draco…in…out…in…out…ooh, that’s a lot like…)) Draco quickly halted that line of thought.
“You left before you saw the whole thing. I asked her to leave me alone that day.” He said quietly.
“That’s nice.” Hermione offered.
“Nice?” Draco blinked. “Nice?”
Hermione started as he raised his voice even more.
“I am not nice! I am a Malfoy and we simply do not raise our voices in public! I was trying to control myself with her little scene.”
“Ummmm…you’re raising your voice now.” Hermione pointed out.
“We’re not in public!” He argued loudly. “Not that it matters. You make me want to break every single rule that has ever governed my life!”
Draco rolled off of her and marched off to get his broomstick.
“I do?” Hermione questioned and sat up. “Me?”
“Yes, you. You are so wrong for me. You frustrate me. Torment me. And let’s not even get into the whole lineage thing, shall we? You are my opposite and yet I lie awake each night wanting you. You!”
“And other than who my parents are, why am I so wrong?” Hermione shouted back.
“Hello? Gryffindor? We are made to be enemies. You are the light. I am the dark. You’re an optimist. I’m a realist. You hope. I survive.” Draco stalked closer. “So why do I ache to touch you?”
Hermione was silent.
“What’s this? No answer, Princess? Unable to find an answer in some library book? This has to be a first.” Draco hissed.
He pulled her up against him and raked his mouth across hers. Sighing, she lifted her arms up and wrapped her mittened hands around his neck. His tongue demanded entrance and when it didn’t come fast enough, he barged his way into her mouth. Growling , he pulled her close with one arm. Her tongue gently stroked his, trying to calm it, to no avail. He held nothing back, feeling every part of her mouth, running his tongue along her teeth, the upper palate. One of Hermione’s hands reached down to his outer robes and held on to it for balance. Her senses were being assaulted by him and her brain was trying to process while her heart was beating in excitement.
Draco stepped back suddenly, causing Hermione to stumble. As she regained her balance, Hermione watched him hop on his broomstick and fly back to the castle. Feeling numb, but not from the cold, Hermione began her own long trek by foot.
Lyrics : David Bowie
Characters : JK Rowling
Disclaimer : My singing white canary, Jareth, told me I had to include a song from "Labyrinth". And, oh yeah, I still own nothing. Keep your fingers crossed for me...I'm hoping to own world peace by week's end!
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
You remind me of the babe
What babe? babe with the power
What power? power of voodoo
Who do? you do
Do what? remind me of the babe
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
Hermione left the Great Hall with her head held up. It was just a kiss. Just. A. Kiss. Nothing more, nothing less. If that were so true, though, why was she so upset by what she saw? Because, for a brief moment, she thought that he had cared, could care about her. For a just a moment in time, Hermione had felt possessed and had loved it.
Obviously, he had not felt the same.
((Let it go, girl. You're simply tired...that's all...oh, can it!))
Fuming, Hermione made her way to the library. There would no one to disturb at this hour of the day.
((How could I let him get to me? How could I let him kiss me? How could I want him?))
Hermione’s heart pointed out that it was impossible to pick who to fall in love with. For all those traits that Hermione held dear to herself, Malfoy possessed quite a few of them to some degree. Stubbornness. Intelligence. Humour…albeit rather warped in her Gryffindor opinion. Athletic. Leadership…granted, look at who he led.
She was hopeless. Played by a Slytherin. Oh yeah, she’d be loads of help for Harry in the fight against the Dark Lord. If a blond Slytherin boy could best her, what could she ever hope to contribute in the defeat of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named?
Curling up in a chair, Hermione hid her face from the world.
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
I saw my baby, crying hard as babe could cry
What could I do
My baby's love had gone
And left my baby blue
Nobody knew
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
Draco knew she’d go to the library. It was her little place of solitude, just as flying high above the quidditch pitch was his. The sight in the library stunned him however. He didn’t think he’d make her cry. She had left too soon. He had controlled his initial out-of-control reaction to Parkinson only to cruelly cut her down. Malfoy’s didn’t lose control in public and he’d be damned if Parkinson would make him the first to do so.
“Princess.” He said softly, conjuring a paper swan for her.
“What do you want?” Hermione’s answer was muffled as her face remained hidden.
“To find out why you’re upset.”
Brown eyes looked up and shot daggers at him.
Never in his life, was Draco ever so thankful for something to be just an expression. If those daggers had been real, he would have been one dead wizard.
He gently blew the swan towards Hermione.
She swatted it out of the air, not caring where or how it landed.
“Apparently my origami skills do not impress you.” Draco stated dryly.
Hermione’s eyes narrowed.
“I strongly suggest, Malfoy, that you get out of here before I’m forced to hex you into next term.”
“But who would be your potions partner?”
“I really don’t care.”
“Yes, you do.” Draco smirked. “No partner means no grade.”
“My grade? You think I care about my grade?!?!” Hermione practically screeched.
“Don’t you?” Draco questioned. His clearly didn't believe her.
Hermione paused.
“Yes, I do…and that is the only reason I won’t hex you. But get out of my sight, right now.”
“Last time I checked the library was open to all students.”
Hermione hissed.
“My, my…you would have a most welcome addition to Slytherin. Maybe we could talk to Dumbledore and get you transferred. We could see each more often and….”
“I don’t want to see you!” Hermione shouted. “You played me, Draco. Hah hah. Had your good little laugh at naïve Hermione. Great fun, sport.”
“Um, yeah, about that…”
“Oh shut it!” Hermione glared.
Draco’s mouth clamped shut. Something male in him told him let the hysterical female finish.
((Is this part of that whole survival instinct?))
“You saw my knickers. Bravo! You kissed me and I let you. Hurrah! I’m sure you and the Slytherin gang had a merry old laugh at that. Kudos. You won. Let it go.” Hermione marched out of the library.
Draco picked up the fallen swan.
“I don’t think that went so well, my friend.” He contemplated out loud. Using a finger, he pushed the swan's head up and down, making it agree with him. Draco found minimal solace in that.
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
What kind of magic spell to use
Slime and snails
Or puppy dogs' tails
Thunder or lightning
Then baby said
Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)
Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)
Put that baby spell on me
Jump magic, jump (jump magic, jump)
Jump magic, jump (jump magic, jump)
Put that magic jump on me
Slap that baby, make him free
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
“Come on, ‘Mione. We’re going to Hogsmeade and you can’t stay back here.” Harry protested.
“I can and I am, Harry. I have work to do.”
“Yeah, we all have work to do, but you need some down time.” Harry was worried as Hermione threw herself into her studies and become paler and paler over the past few weeks.
“Look, Harry, I appreciate your concern…”
“Great. Show me how much and come with us to Hogsmeade.” Harry’s green eyes pleaded. “You can’t leave me with Ron and Ginny. I’m outnumbered in more ways than I care to count.”
A small smile appeared on Hermione’s face. Harry’s gaze became hopeful.
“Okay.”
“Yes!” Harry punched the air in happiness.
Outside, the remaining group of students watched as Hermione and Harry made their way down the stairs.
Ginny ran up and grabbed her friend’s hand.
“Come on! Rumour has it some the students have created toboggan runs for us. We climb up the hill opposite to Hogsmeade and we sled all the way in to town!”
“How do we stop?” Hermione asked.
“Probably by hitting a building.” Ron offered.
Harry punched him in the arm.
“Race ya!” Ginny yelled and sprinted off.
“Hey!” Ron darted after her.
Harry looked at Hermione. He held an arm out.
“Shall we?” He asked, looking forward to a more sedate stroll.
Hermione looked at the offered arm and her friends slowly disappearing in the distance.
“Of course!” She laughed and took off.
“Not fair!” Harry shouted, racing after her.
Standing close and observing was a group of Slytherins.
“Is it true about the toboggans?” Goyle asked.
Crabbe nodded.
“It’s two per toboggan.” Blaise commented and then eyed the two Slytherin goons. “Although, I’m sure they’ll let you two go solo.”
Draco silently watched as the Gryffindors ran off.
Blaise offered his arm to Draco.
“Shall we?” He cooed.
Draco glared at his friend and marched off in the direction of the toboggans.
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
I saw my baby, trying hard as babe could try
What could I do
My baby's fun had gone
And left my baby blue
Nobody knew
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
Walking into the Three Broomsticks, Draco and Blaise looked for an empty table. No such luck.
“Bar or we share with someone else.” Blaise commented.
Draco sighed as he looked around.
The Golden Trio along with some of their housemates had laid claim to the tables by the fire.
“Doubt they’ll want to share with us.” He pointed out.
“Bar it is.” Blaise nudged the blond towards the stools. “You obviously want to stare so why don’t you take the stool facing them.”
“I’m not staring.”
“You are so staring…it’s borderline stalking. If this were the muggle world, she could take out a restraining order on you.”
“A what?”
“Never mind.”
“She looks bored.” Draco observed.
“Look who she’s with.” Blaise joked.
“She looks distracted.”
“Again, look who she’s with.”
“She looks upset.”
“Ummm…well, you are here.” Blaise commented. “And despite her not looking over here, odds are they all know you’re here and since you weren’t man enough to clear the air with her regarding Pansy, you are persona non grata in her books.”
Draco stared into his butterbeer.
“I want her, Blaise. I need to have her just to get her out of my system” He said simply.
“Have you told her that?” Blaise thought for second. "The first part. I wouldn't tell her the second."
Draco looked up at such a simple, yet complex, solution.
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
What kind of magic spell to use
Slime and snails
Or puppy dog's tails
Thunder or lightning
Then baby said
Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)
Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)
Put that baby spell on me
Jump magic, jump (jump magic, jump)
Jump magic, jump (jump magic, jump)
Put that magic jump on me
Slap that baby, make him free
Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)
Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)
Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)
Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)
Jump magic, jump (jump magic, jump)
Jump magic, jump (jump magic, jump)
Put that baby spell on me (ooh)
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
“We could hex him with the enlargement charm.” Ron suggested.
“No.” Harry replied. “Knowing your luck with that spell, it would backfire and part of him would enlarge making his nickname even more apt.”
“How about a silencing spell? So he can’t talk.” Ginny suggested.
“Nah, he’d get better grades in nonverbal magic.” Ron sulked.
“I’ve heard of a spell that causes a person to experience a burning, itching sensation in their private areas.” Harry suggested.
“That’s just unprotected sex.” Neville piped up and immediately flushed red.
“I know we can’t transfigure him into anything, but what if he made the sound of a ferret?” Lavender suggested.
“How about you all just shut up?” Hermione shouted as she jumped up. “Stay out of my life!”
There was silence throughout the room as she stormed out of the little pub.
“You know, her dramatic exits are actually improving.” Ron commented.
Harry glared over at Draco and Blaise. The latter smiled back and raised his mug of butterbeer to Harry, as Draco simply stared at the door.
“My friend, you have messed up big time.” Blaise said, returning his focus to Draco.
“How so?”
“Not only have you angered a woman, but a Gryffindor woman, and now her entire house hates you beyond belief.”
“They hated me before.” Draco argued.
“But now it’s personal.” Blaise leaned forward. “You better fix this before this becomes an all out house-war. I, personally, don't feel like counting body parts or cleaning up the mess.”
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
You remind me of the babe
What babe? the babe with the power
What power? power of voodoo
Who do? you do
Do what? remind me of the babe
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
“Granger!” Draco shouted down the street. No response.
“Granger!” He shouted again as he sprinted after her.
Hermione started to turn.
“What do you…ooooof!”
It was Draco’s turn to run into her.
Unfortunately, in the snow their footing was not the best, and he essentially tackled her to the ground. Draco idly realized as they fell that if this had been a story or one of those muggle things called fan fictions, the whole situtation would have been terribly cliche.
((Good thing this isn't a story...this is real life.))
Hermione blinked up at Draco.
“What. Do. You. Want.”
“To talk. To clear things up.”
“There is nothing to clear up, Malfoy, except why you are still on top of me and why we are still on the ground.”
“This is apparently the only way I get you to not run off on me.” Draco argued.
Huffing, Hermione glared up at him.
Draco stared down, suddenly at a loss for words. What was it about her that often rendered him incapable of a normal conversation? He either was rendered as silly as a Hufflepuff or as antagonistic as Snape.
“Well?” Her tone was impatient.
“Huh? Ummm…” Hufflepuff it was.
“Look, Malfoy, while I’m sure you’re enjoying this position as it is one you are so familiar with, I, for one, do not enjoy cold snow on my back.”
“You could be on top.” Draco suggested without thinking. He winced.
Hermione’s lips pursed. Okay, so his Slyththerin sex appeal charm was getting him no where.
“Get off of me.”
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Dance magic, dance, ooh ooh ooh
Dance magic, dance magic, ooh ooh ooh
Dance magic
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
Hermione strolled the grounds on her own. It was nice…blissful solitude. No one asking for help with their homework. No one to pester her on how things were going with Draco. It was well before curfew but as the snows were now here, the sun disappeared quite early. Hermione missed the sun and its friendly warmth. She shivered as a shadow danced across the white on the ground.
((Wait…that’s not my shadow!))
Grabbing her wand, Hermione looked around. For a moment, the full moon captured her attention. She had never really seen its beauty before. The mottled disc’s silver shine was marred momentarily, as a figure on a broomstick glided to a stop in front of it. Ducking behind a tree, Hermione watched as the solitary figure danced in the air. Weaving one way, flitting across another. Zig. Zag. Hover. Ascend. Descend. It was like dancing…all that was needed was a partner.
Hermione stepped out from behind the tree but remained in the shadows. She envied this person and their love of the air. This was something not learned through reading or following instructions. Flying on a broomstick required a person to test their limits of control and Hermione wasn't sure if hers could handle that. Granted, it felt as if they had been tested much of late.
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What kind of magic spell to use
Slime and snails
Or puppy dog tails
Thunder or lightning
Something frightening
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
Draco allowed the cold air to numb his face. He contemplated a warming charm, but it felt good to be numb. Or rather good to feel nothing. He knew he had blown it with Hermione. No amount of explaining would help him now. There were spells and charms he could use on her, but he knew that if he did that, it wouldn’t be Hermione beside him. Just a vacuous shell that sounded like her.
((That won't help. I need her. One night. Just one night! And get her out of my system. A few hours and I won't crave her touch. Must have. It's a Malfoy tradition...get what we want and toss it away. Sure fire cure.))
He pulled his broomstick up and hovered while staring at the moon. His thoughts were interrupted by a soft crunching sound.
Whirling around, he spotted a cloaked figure making its way back to the castle.
He didn’t enjoy being spied upon and, in anger, dove after the individual.
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
Dance magic, dance
Dance magic, dance
Put that baby spell on me
Jump magic, jump
Jump magic, jump
Put that magic jump on me
Slap that baby make him free
Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)
Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)
Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)
Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)
Jump magic, jump (jump magic, jump)
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
“If had known it was you, I might have been a bit more gentle.” Draco said, staring down at his prey.
“You know, I am becoming increasingly tired of this position.” Hermione complained staring up her now-known attacker.
“I offered to let you be on top last time.” He pointed out, smirking.
“What are you doing out here?” They asked at the same time.
“Thinking.” Was the similar response.
They glared at each other.
“Look, Princess…” Draco started. He felt Hermione tense up at that name. “About Parkinson…”
“There’s no need to explain, Malfoy…she’s a Slytherin. Enough said.”
“No, it’s not.” He started to raise his voice.
((Breathe, Draco…in…out…in…out…ooh, that’s a lot like…)) Draco quickly halted that line of thought.
“You left before you saw the whole thing. I asked her to leave me alone that day.” He said quietly.
“That’s nice.” Hermione offered.
“Nice?” Draco blinked. “Nice?”
Hermione started as he raised his voice even more.
“I am not nice! I am a Malfoy and we simply do not raise our voices in public! I was trying to control myself with her little scene.”
“Ummmm…you’re raising your voice now.” Hermione pointed out.
“We’re not in public!” He argued loudly. “Not that it matters. You make me want to break every single rule that has ever governed my life!”
Draco rolled off of her and marched off to get his broomstick.
“I do?” Hermione questioned and sat up. “Me?”
“Yes, you. You are so wrong for me. You frustrate me. Torment me. And let’s not even get into the whole lineage thing, shall we? You are my opposite and yet I lie awake each night wanting you. You!”
“And other than who my parents are, why am I so wrong?” Hermione shouted back.
“Hello? Gryffindor? We are made to be enemies. You are the light. I am the dark. You’re an optimist. I’m a realist. You hope. I survive.” Draco stalked closer. “So why do I ache to touch you?”
Hermione was silent.
“What’s this? No answer, Princess? Unable to find an answer in some library book? This has to be a first.” Draco hissed.
He pulled her up against him and raked his mouth across hers. Sighing, she lifted her arms up and wrapped her mittened hands around his neck. His tongue demanded entrance and when it didn’t come fast enough, he barged his way into her mouth. Growling , he pulled her close with one arm. Her tongue gently stroked his, trying to calm it, to no avail. He held nothing back, feeling every part of her mouth, running his tongue along her teeth, the upper palate. One of Hermione’s hands reached down to his outer robes and held on to it for balance. Her senses were being assaulted by him and her brain was trying to process while her heart was beating in excitement.
Draco stepped back suddenly, causing Hermione to stumble. As she regained her balance, Hermione watched him hop on his broomstick and fly back to the castle. Feeling numb, but not from the cold, Hermione began her own long trek by foot.