The Snake And The Lion
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
12,988
Reviews:
14
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter and I make no money from these stories. :)
Oh, the things that set our world in motion, long before we know it.
A/N: I almost gave up on this, actually, but recently I was thinking about how much I hate when authors do that, so I'm picking it up again. Here you go.
What would it take to make her touch him first?
Draco leaned back in his seat, idly eying her bushing head of hair as Professor Binns droned on in the background. Wars between Goblins, Men, Giants and Inferi took a backseat to the battle raging in his mind.
Would he wait for her to beg, and or make her his, now?
Her curls bounced as she scribbled frantically, ignoring everything except the information that she deemed most precious. As she leaned forward her hair swung aside, leaving the nape of her neck exposed. It would be so easy to just...
Draco glanced to Granger’s left, where Potti was busy folding his paper into halves, then fourths, than eighths. On her left, the Weasel was snoring loudly. Perhaps he could...
With a light sigh, Draco shifted forward in his seat so that he was leaning across his desk toward her. Then, when he was certain that everyone was otherwise occupied, he struck out like a viper, dragging his forefinger along the exposed skin.
He saw her quill pause for a fraction of a second when she tensed, leaving behind a tell-tale splotch on the parchment. Then she went back to scribbling.
Ah.
So that was how she was going to play it. He wasn’t even worthy of a half turn. Well, he wasn’t about to let her get away with that.
He struck out again, letting his finger linger a moment longer than it should have. This time she accidentally snapped the quill in half. With a muffled sigh of annoyance, she bent over to pull another one out of her bag. Draco took the opportunity to brush all four fingers of one hand down her upper back, causing her to drop the new quill at his feet.
He grabbed it with a grin, stretching out his hand. Granger turned, reluctantly, but met his gaze none the less.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she hissed, attempting to snatch back the quill.
“Tut tut, Granger. I believe that I’m returning your quill. In polite circles of society, you would thank me,” he whispered, pressing the quill into her open palm before returning to his notes.
He watched her as she whipped back around, back tense. Then he waited, smirking, as she slowly relaxed.
And in the most lewd gesture he could think of, he licked his finger and pressed it slowly, firmly, along the section of exposed skin.
“Aughh!” Granger groaned, and without another word, stood and stormed out of the room. The Weasel woke with a start, and he and Potti shrugged at each other. Binns kept on droning, and no one noticed Draco hook his ankle around Granger’s bag and pack it in his own.
Ah, he mused, fingering the strap of her bag. How desire fueled so easily his less mature tendencies.
What would it take to make her touch him first?
Draco leaned back in his seat, idly eying her bushing head of hair as Professor Binns droned on in the background. Wars between Goblins, Men, Giants and Inferi took a backseat to the battle raging in his mind.
Would he wait for her to beg, and or make her his, now?
Her curls bounced as she scribbled frantically, ignoring everything except the information that she deemed most precious. As she leaned forward her hair swung aside, leaving the nape of her neck exposed. It would be so easy to just...
Draco glanced to Granger’s left, where Potti was busy folding his paper into halves, then fourths, than eighths. On her left, the Weasel was snoring loudly. Perhaps he could...
With a light sigh, Draco shifted forward in his seat so that he was leaning across his desk toward her. Then, when he was certain that everyone was otherwise occupied, he struck out like a viper, dragging his forefinger along the exposed skin.
He saw her quill pause for a fraction of a second when she tensed, leaving behind a tell-tale splotch on the parchment. Then she went back to scribbling.
Ah.
So that was how she was going to play it. He wasn’t even worthy of a half turn. Well, he wasn’t about to let her get away with that.
He struck out again, letting his finger linger a moment longer than it should have. This time she accidentally snapped the quill in half. With a muffled sigh of annoyance, she bent over to pull another one out of her bag. Draco took the opportunity to brush all four fingers of one hand down her upper back, causing her to drop the new quill at his feet.
He grabbed it with a grin, stretching out his hand. Granger turned, reluctantly, but met his gaze none the less.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she hissed, attempting to snatch back the quill.
“Tut tut, Granger. I believe that I’m returning your quill. In polite circles of society, you would thank me,” he whispered, pressing the quill into her open palm before returning to his notes.
He watched her as she whipped back around, back tense. Then he waited, smirking, as she slowly relaxed.
And in the most lewd gesture he could think of, he licked his finger and pressed it slowly, firmly, along the section of exposed skin.
“Aughh!” Granger groaned, and without another word, stood and stormed out of the room. The Weasel woke with a start, and he and Potti shrugged at each other. Binns kept on droning, and no one noticed Draco hook his ankle around Granger’s bag and pack it in his own.
Ah, he mused, fingering the strap of her bag. How desire fueled so easily his less mature tendencies.