Halloween Mix-Up

Halloween Mix-Up

by: Tassana Burrfoot







Chapter Six: Passions





"Fuck!" Draco swore as he stormed out of the Slytherin common room.



He couldn\'t take it anymore. He had to have her. He needed to feel her, to touch her, to kiss her.



He had no idea where the Gryffindor common room was located. But, he was bound and determined to find it. After all, he was a prefect.



He found himself in the hallway that he knew led to the headmaster\'s office. Not wanting to see that old fool, he started to turn around until he heard two voices he recognized. He quickly ducked behind a suit of armor as he awaited their approach.



"Are you sure you do not want company, Miss Granger?" Snape asked, his hand around her waist.



Hermione shook her head. "No, Professor, thank you. I think I can find the way on my own," she told him.



He flashed her a smile. "Oh, of that I have no doubt," he responded. "But, this... thing is rather daunting. I thought perhaps you would want some company to help you... sleep. I could help you relax and unwind after such a difficult venture."



The Gryffindor looked up at him in disbelief. She highly doubted the Potions Master wanted her to "relax." Besides, she knew it was more the spell talking rather than him being genuine. She silently declined.



"Very well, then I shall bid you a good night, Miss Granger," he told her.



She nodded in agreement. "To you as well, Professor."



Before she could part from him, he pulled her in for a kiss. Knowing what the spell was, she knew she couldn\'t deny him his kiss. So, she permitted him to kiss her. She even allowed him to deepen the kiss by relaxing her jaw and opening her mouth just a bit for him.



Snape reveled in the feel as he pressed closer to her. He gratefully pressed his tongue into her mouth, running it along her tongue and the roof of her mouth. With a growl of pleasure, he explored her mouth, enjoying the taste and sensations.



Hermione could feel the professor\'s erection press against her stomach and she knew they had to stop. She broke the kiss and pulled away from him. She just wasn\'t ready to shag him, which she knew he was aiming for.



She bid him good night again and turned to leave. He waited for her to turn the corner before he, too, left the hall. He smiled as he touched his fingers to his lips. Erotic fantasies awaited him, so he quickly made his way to his private chambers.



Hermione did not know she was being followed. She did not know a pale, blond haired boy had witnessed her kissing the Potions Master. She did not know that while said boy was jealous, he did not let it bother him. If she was so willing to kill the bat, then she shouldn\'t have any problems with what he was planning.



He followed her all the way up to the Gryffindor Tower. His eyebrows raised as she said "Butter cakes" to a portrait of a Fat Lady.



As the portrait closed behind her, he smiled. He approached the portrait and repeated the word Hermione had used. "Butter cakes," he told the lady in the painting.



The woman looked at him closely. "You\'re not a Gryffindor," she stated simply.



He rolled his eyes. "And yet, I know the password. Butter cakes. Now, let me in," he growled.



She could not deny him entry, for he had known the password. Disgruntled, the Fat Lady swung her portrait open. Draco entered the common room with a smile.



He knew it was late. Thankfully, it was late. None of the Gryffindors seemed to be up. Now, all he had to do was find her dorm.



He glanced around at the two sets of stairs. He knew one led to the boys\' dorm and the other led to the girls. But, which was which? The girls\' dorm would probably have some sort of spell over it to keep the boys from entering. He, being in Slytherin, knew how to get passed those wards.



As he approached the staircases, he heard someone call out his name. He turned to see her sitting by the fire.



"Malfoy, how did you get in?" Hermione asked, surprised and peeved at the same time.



He gave her a lopsided grin. "Simple. I followed you," he answered as he approached her. "I heard you say the password, so I repeated it to that stupid portrait. It was relatively easy."



"What are you doing here?" she questioned, rising from her seat.



His smile widened as he took another step to her. "I\'ve come to see you," he replied truthfully. "I saw what happened outside Dumbledore\'s office and was hoping to gain the same favour."



She tilted her head to the side as he slipped a hand around her waist. How had he gotten so close to her so quickly? "What are you talking about?"



He brushed his lips against hers and whispered, "You kissed him. You kissed Snape. Now, I want you to kiss me."



She gasped and he took advantage of her momentary surprise. His lips came down upon hers and his tongue swept into her mouth. Her body responded to him before she had the chance to stop it. He brought her to the couch and gently laid her upon it.



His own weight kept her from getting up as he situated himself above her. He brought a knee between her legs and gently pulled them apart. With one hand, he trailed a path between her thighs and cupped her pussy. Her knickers were wet and he knew she wanted it. He could feel it through those cotton panties.



Gently, he began stroking her through her knickers as he deepened their kiss. This is almost exactly what he had been dreaming about. He couldn\'t wait to feel her. He needed her so badly.



His original plan had been to seduce her, to dabble into some foreplay and taste her. Now, however, he didn\'t want any of that. At least, not right now. At that very moment, he wanted to be inside her. No. He needed to be inside her.



As her hands trailed up into his hair, Draco gently slipped his fingers under the elastic band of her knickers. With his other hand, he unbuttoned his trousers and freed his cock. She was so moist, so ready for him.



He slipped one finger into her depths to test her pleasure. She gasped into his mouth and he inwardly smiled. His smile grew even wider as he realized something new: she was a virgin. That thought alone was enough to make up his mind. He would have her, tonight. She would become his and there was nothing to stop him.



Course, he had had experiences with virgins before. He knew the first time for them hurt. So, he kept her mouth busy. He deepened their kiss as he readied his cock at her entrance. He pulled the elastic band away and brushed his cock\'s head against her moist heat.



Somehow, somewhere, she found the strength to push him off. "No!" she shouted as she shoved him away.



The force of her push sent him rolling onto the floor. He had to hold his erect dick to keep from rolling onto it. "Fuck!" he snarled.



She sat up and stared down at him. For a long moment, they just stared at one another, breathing hard. Finally, he managed to growl, "What the bloody hell was that about? Why did you stop?"



"Are you kidding me?!" she demanded, pulling at her skirt to try and cover her knees. "Do you even realize what you almost did?"



He raised an eyebrow. "Well, unless I\'m mistaken, I almost made love to the most beautiful woman in the world," he answered.



Her mouth clamped shut. For a brief second, she didn\'t know how to respond. Then, she finally uttered, "That\'s just the spell talking. You don\'t mean that."



"Spell?" he questioned, sitting up.



She closed her eyes. She hadn\'t meant for him to hear that. She didn\'t even realize she had said it aloud. Oh well. Too little, too late.



"Yes, Malfoy, a spell. You\'re under a spell," she replied, waiting for the storm she knew was coming.



But, he didn\'t get angry. He didn\'t lash out or call her a Mudblood. No. He just sat there, looking at her... like she was stupid or something.



She would have preferred he call her a Mudblood or some other horrid name. "What?" she asked after getting no response.



He just shrugged as he stood up. She watched him as he tucked his cock back into his trousers and moved to button them up. What she didn\'t know was that he was watching her watch him. "You\'re scared, aren\'t you?" he inquired.



Startled, her eyes darted up to his and she squeaked, "What?"



He gave her a cocky grin and sat next to her on the sofa. He chuckled when she quickly scooted away from him. "Don\'t worry, I\'m not going to bite... yet," he teased. "Have you ever seen a cock before?"



This wasn\'t how the conversation was supposed to go. "Once," she admitted. "On TV. Some late night show I found while flipping through the channels."



The look he gave her was priceless. She had to stop herself from laughing as she realized what she had said. He was a pureblood. He knew nothing about television. "I\'m going to pretend I know what you\'re talking about, Granger," he said slowly.



She just nodded and gave him a sweet smile as he continued, "You shouldn\'t be afraid. It\'s really nothing to be scared of. Here, I\'ll show you."



"Stop!" she ordered, holding her hand in a stopping motion as he reached to undo his pants again. "I wasn\'t joking when I said you were under a spell."



He raised an eyebrow. "Do you honestly believe this has anything to do with a spell?"



She nodded, which did give him pause. He frowned at her. "Go on," he prodded, curious as to where the conversation would go.



She took a deep breath and sighed. Well, might as well get on with it. He\'ll hex her later, she was sure. She closed her eyes and began telling him about the fairy tale book, the prayer, and the spell that was placed upon her.



"...So, when I slapped you in the hall, you accidently became one of my first \'victims\', so to speak. What you\'re feeling for me isn\'t real and if you act upon it, you might regret it later on," she finished.



He sat there for a moment in deep thought, going over everything she had said. He understood her concern. Indeed, it was a bit daunting. He knew it was probable both Pothead and Weasel-breath had touched her. And it would explain Snape\'s odd behaviour towards her as well. It even explained Draco\'s sudden courage to act to his innermost desires.



"You said the spell will be broken on Valentine\'s Day when true love shares a kiss," he contemplated. "How do you know I am not your true love?"



It was her turn to laugh. "You? Are you listening to yourself? Draco Malfoy be the true love of Hermione Granger? Do you realize what would happen to your precious band of purebloods? You\'d become the laughing stock!"



He shook his head. "Did you happen to look in a mirror at the Yule Ball? They were all over the place," he pointed out.



"What does the Yule Ball have to do with anything?" she inquired.



He shrugged. "Suffice it to say, I wasn\'t the only pureblood to fall for Hermione Granger."



Again, she was at a loss for words. Had others really taken notice of her? If so, how come no one said anything?



"I\'m still confused about this touch," he said suddenly. "Does it exist only in your skin or is it anywhere?"



"It\'s only in the skin," she confirmed. "And it only affects males who have a romantic interest in females. I don\'t know all the details, just yet. I only know that, thus far, four guys have been affected. You, Harry, Ron, and Professor Snape. Professor Dumbledore has allowed me to check out the book in question so I may study it and see what else I can learn from the story."



He nodded. "Would you mind it if I helped you out?" he offered. "I know a lot about the Dark Arts, and love spells tend to be considered Dark Magic. I also know a lot about the Ancient Greek Gods from my mother."



"Why would you want to help me?" she asked.



He shrugged. "I didn\'t like seeing you snog Snape. And while I won\'t hold it against him, and not even against you, I didn\'t like it. Something tells me I\'m liable to hex Pothead or Weaselbee if I catch them even attempting to kiss you," he explained, simply.



She frowned. "Don\'t get possessive of me. I told you, it\'s only the..."



"Spell, I know," he sneered. "And it\'s not possessiveness. It\'s like you said, it\'s the spell. Pothead and Weasel breath are too close to you to be trying things with you. If you think I\'ll regret a good shag with you, imagine what one of them will do come Valentine\'s Day when they realize that they are not your true love."



"But, what if..."



"Malfoy! What the bloody hell are you doing in here?!" Ron\'s voice boomed from the stairwell.



Hermione and Draco looked up to see the angered red-head staring Draco down as though he were an invader. Which, of course, he was. A snake in the lions\' den, quite literally.



The Slytherin glanced at the girl. "Meet me in the library tomorrow afternoon," he whispered to her as he stood up. "We might need to find you a pair of gloves, though make sure, for now, you wear long sleeves. Try not to... touch anyone."



"Malfoy, answer my question," Ron demanded as he closed the gap between him and the other two.



Draco walked backwards towards the portrait. "I was just saying good night to Granger," he answered, not fearfully. "She asked me to walk her here earlier because of some asshole, so I thought I\'d do her the favour."



"Bullshit!" the red-head snarled. "Hermione hates you. If anything, you were probably the asshole. Get out of here before I call McGonagall."



Draco did not hesitate to leave. Once he was gone, Ron turned to his friend. "Did he hurt you?" he asked, concern written on his face.



Hermione shook her head. "No. What he said was true. He was just trying to... help me," she managed to say.



He didn\'t look fully convinced, but she knew he wouldn\'t ask further. She smiled at him. "Well, I\'m going to bed. Goodnight, Ron," she said, making her way to her dorms.



"Goodnight, Hermione."