Carnal Afflictions
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
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22,437
Reviews:
77
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Dominance
A/N: =) Check out the end of the chapter for review responses. And definitely feel free to leave some more reviews. Haha. The only reason I update is because I know you guys are reading. =) Enjoy!
Please keep an open mind while reading this chapter. *white flag*
Oh yeah. And this might be the last chapter you get for the next…few days. *shifty eyes*
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“I play for keeps. And you’re playing with fire.” With those words, and a sweet almost gentle caress of his cheek against hers, Blaise stood up and made to leave the head girl in all her sweaty, needy, glory.
“And you are playing with your fucking life. Out. Now, Zabini.” Draco Malfoy stood at the top of the stairs. His wand was out and ready, with murder in his eyes.
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‘Ugh. It just had to be Malfoy. Again.’ Mentally rolling her eyes, Hermione pressed her lips together in a tight little line as she hurriedly fixed her appearance. ‘It’s not like it mattered any, everyone’s already seen everything anyway.’ Regardless of that fact, the need to be decent prevailed as her embarrassment along with the murdering rage she felt towards Malfoy’s sudden appearance, who, once again entered at the wrong fucking time, built up and nearly exploded if not for the deadly tension building up around her.
Hermione was a smart girl. Smartest of her age, or so they say. And she knew when it was best to keep quiet and when it was time to fight the battle. And right now, with one severely pissed off future death eater and another who’s rumored to be in tangles with the Italian mafia…well, no one’s ever called her stupid.
So like any self-preserving person, she bit her lip and quickly thought up a plan to get the hell out of there. Alive.
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“Hermione, love, you might want to get out of here. Draco seems pissed.” Blaise stated with a hint of amusement as a slow grin crept onto his face. His arms were to his sides while he kept a steady gaze at Draco. His exterior seemed utterly relaxed, but nevertheless, he was a Slytherin. While he looked calm and collected, he was actually sweating up bullets.
Draco looked deadly. His usually well-kept blond hair was ruffled as if he had been pulling at the roots all night. His button down shirt was unbuttoned midway while his tie was completely undone and left hanging around his neck. His wand was out and aimed directly at Blaise while the other hand clenched in a tight fist to further emphasize his complete abhorrence towards the entire situation.
But the single most remarkable feature on the Head Boy was his expression. His eyes were narrowed and obviously shooting laser beams, while his lips were curled into a familiar scowl. Neither of which would usually catch anyone off guard, but this time…this time the difference was the look in his eyes. They were blazing with murderous intent. And he wasn’t even looking at Potter.
“Come on, Draco. You obviously had something to say to me. Spit it out.” Tilting his head to the side, Blaise shoved his hands into his pockets while still grinning an almost idiotic grin. “Or are you too shocked?”
Storming down the stairs, Malfoy shoved his wand back into his pockets before grabbing Zabini roughly by the throat. Hauling the taller, darker boy up, Draco pushed and slammed him against the immediate wall. While Malfoy only kept him a few inches off the floor by sheer will, strength and a burning desire to choke the sound of defiance out of him, it was enough to piss Blaise off.
With Zabini being kept against the wall and Malfoy extremely preoccupied, Hermione took the chance to quietly race up the stairs and to her wand.
“Whip that smirk off your face, Zabini.” It was a deadly whisper, barely said loud enough to hear, but it was said with enough intensity to cause a slight tremor to go through the other boy’s body.
Draco was barely a few inches away. The puffs of his breath behind his words caressed the Italian in an oh so familiar way. It brought back memories. Blaise narrowed his eyes as one hand came up to pry at Draco’s grip, his sadistic grin never leaving his face, while the other hand moved blindingly fast to cup the side of Malfoy’s neck. Curling his fingers and entwining them into the silky blond strands, Blaise cunningly pulled Draco towards him and slammed his lips angrily against the others, effectively distracting him enough to reverse the positions.
“What’s the matter, Drake? Pissed off about something?” The grin was gone as he exercised his Slyterin intimidation. His dark chocolate eyes bore into Draco’s lighter gray orbs, as he pressed both hands against the wall, trapping Draco right where he wanted him. “Surprised that you don’t always get what you want?”
His voice seemed to grow more menacing the closer he got. Sooner rather than later, Blaise was barely a hiss away from the outer shell of Draco’s ear, a fact that sent shivers down the Head Boy’s back. “You can’t always have what you want, Draco. Hermione isn’t yours. Not anymore.”
Narrowing his eyes as his face twisted into another scowl, Malfoy shoved his hands against the darker boy’s chest. They were about the same height, but where Draco was slender and chiseled, Blaise was more bulked up so his physical attributes were more clearly defined. Nevertheless, it could be taken for granted that both boys would fully be able to hold their own in a fistfight.
“You don’t decide that, Zabini.” He smirked as a dangerous glint entered his eyes. “Or have you forgotten that you don’t make the decisions?” Keeping one hand firmly against Blaise’s chest, Malfoy moved the other to drop quickly against the Italian’s hip and in a second’s time, yanked him roughly against himself.
A groan was heard, from who, neither one knew, as their lower bodies ground against each other. Unable to resist, Zabini moved and captured Draco’s lips with his own. The kiss was like a battle of wills. They were each furiously fighting for domination. Tongues clashed as both nipped and sucked at the other. Draco’s hands turned possessive as he fisted Blaise’s shirt, while Blaise finally, finally allowed his hands to move away from the wall and clutch Draco in his arms, pulling him that much closer to himself.
Pants could be heard between the two when they finally decided to pull apart. The battle wasn’t over yet. Blaise dove down and attacked Draco’s neck with his lips and tongue causing the Slytherin pretty boy to hiss and silently, mentally beg for more. But enough was enough, they were both Slytherin and they knew how to play the game.
Malfoy was the first to break the rising tension as he once more shoved impatiently at the Italian’s chest. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, Blaise. Still bitter, are we?” His voice was light and mocking.
“You don’t get everything you want, Malfoy. I won’t let you.”
“Heh. Tell me, do you really fancy yourself in love with the twit, or are you just getting back at me for stopping our little trysts?”
While Draco’s expression was haunted with the ghost of his oh so familiar smirk, Blaise stood a few feet away, his arms at his sides, with no expression at all. They were having a typical male showdown, and in typical male fashion, neither noticed the previous re-arrival of an incredibly shocked witch.
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A/N: First of all. I think I’m incapable of writing a chapter without leaving a little cliffie at the end. (Who would really call this one a cliffie anyway….?) I’ve actually tried writing one without a cliffie before, and it just got impossibly long. Haha.
Secondly, I’ve never ever ever written something like this chapter before. I’m not sure if I got the information I wanted to get out clearly enough. And I’m sorry to all the readers who don’t really like the male x male pairing… But please, let me know what you think and I’ll decide from there on whether or not this sort of pairing will be detailed in the chapters to come.
And now, finally, the reviews. =) You guys rock!
lovemalfoy239 - Thanks for your review! =) I’m so glad my story got you to register. Haha. That’s what I like to hear. =) So here’s to hoping that this chapter didn’t disappoint. ^^
margaritama, Opheliaxx , Dreamweaver - ahahha. Your reviews make my day! Keep them coming, please! =) Hahha. I agree, Blaise was pretty smokin’ in that last chapter… Haha. I think I’ll always cheer for Blaise though. Haha. But then again…Malfoy’s pretty sexy too. ;)
LunaSeay - =) Then you’re probably going to be veryyy happy with me in the chapters to come. Haha. Or if other’s object to the pairing, then I’ll write you a special chapter. *winkwink* hahah.
=) Even if your name wasn’t mentioned here, I really am glad for your reviews! Keep it up if you’d like more. =)
Please keep an open mind while reading this chapter. *white flag*
Oh yeah. And this might be the last chapter you get for the next…few days. *shifty eyes*
--
“I play for keeps. And you’re playing with fire.” With those words, and a sweet almost gentle caress of his cheek against hers, Blaise stood up and made to leave the head girl in all her sweaty, needy, glory.
“And you are playing with your fucking life. Out. Now, Zabini.” Draco Malfoy stood at the top of the stairs. His wand was out and ready, with murder in his eyes.
--
‘Ugh. It just had to be Malfoy. Again.’ Mentally rolling her eyes, Hermione pressed her lips together in a tight little line as she hurriedly fixed her appearance. ‘It’s not like it mattered any, everyone’s already seen everything anyway.’ Regardless of that fact, the need to be decent prevailed as her embarrassment along with the murdering rage she felt towards Malfoy’s sudden appearance, who, once again entered at the wrong fucking time, built up and nearly exploded if not for the deadly tension building up around her.
Hermione was a smart girl. Smartest of her age, or so they say. And she knew when it was best to keep quiet and when it was time to fight the battle. And right now, with one severely pissed off future death eater and another who’s rumored to be in tangles with the Italian mafia…well, no one’s ever called her stupid.
So like any self-preserving person, she bit her lip and quickly thought up a plan to get the hell out of there. Alive.
--
“Hermione, love, you might want to get out of here. Draco seems pissed.” Blaise stated with a hint of amusement as a slow grin crept onto his face. His arms were to his sides while he kept a steady gaze at Draco. His exterior seemed utterly relaxed, but nevertheless, he was a Slytherin. While he looked calm and collected, he was actually sweating up bullets.
Draco looked deadly. His usually well-kept blond hair was ruffled as if he had been pulling at the roots all night. His button down shirt was unbuttoned midway while his tie was completely undone and left hanging around his neck. His wand was out and aimed directly at Blaise while the other hand clenched in a tight fist to further emphasize his complete abhorrence towards the entire situation.
But the single most remarkable feature on the Head Boy was his expression. His eyes were narrowed and obviously shooting laser beams, while his lips were curled into a familiar scowl. Neither of which would usually catch anyone off guard, but this time…this time the difference was the look in his eyes. They were blazing with murderous intent. And he wasn’t even looking at Potter.
“Come on, Draco. You obviously had something to say to me. Spit it out.” Tilting his head to the side, Blaise shoved his hands into his pockets while still grinning an almost idiotic grin. “Or are you too shocked?”
Storming down the stairs, Malfoy shoved his wand back into his pockets before grabbing Zabini roughly by the throat. Hauling the taller, darker boy up, Draco pushed and slammed him against the immediate wall. While Malfoy only kept him a few inches off the floor by sheer will, strength and a burning desire to choke the sound of defiance out of him, it was enough to piss Blaise off.
With Zabini being kept against the wall and Malfoy extremely preoccupied, Hermione took the chance to quietly race up the stairs and to her wand.
“Whip that smirk off your face, Zabini.” It was a deadly whisper, barely said loud enough to hear, but it was said with enough intensity to cause a slight tremor to go through the other boy’s body.
Draco was barely a few inches away. The puffs of his breath behind his words caressed the Italian in an oh so familiar way. It brought back memories. Blaise narrowed his eyes as one hand came up to pry at Draco’s grip, his sadistic grin never leaving his face, while the other hand moved blindingly fast to cup the side of Malfoy’s neck. Curling his fingers and entwining them into the silky blond strands, Blaise cunningly pulled Draco towards him and slammed his lips angrily against the others, effectively distracting him enough to reverse the positions.
“What’s the matter, Drake? Pissed off about something?” The grin was gone as he exercised his Slyterin intimidation. His dark chocolate eyes bore into Draco’s lighter gray orbs, as he pressed both hands against the wall, trapping Draco right where he wanted him. “Surprised that you don’t always get what you want?”
His voice seemed to grow more menacing the closer he got. Sooner rather than later, Blaise was barely a hiss away from the outer shell of Draco’s ear, a fact that sent shivers down the Head Boy’s back. “You can’t always have what you want, Draco. Hermione isn’t yours. Not anymore.”
Narrowing his eyes as his face twisted into another scowl, Malfoy shoved his hands against the darker boy’s chest. They were about the same height, but where Draco was slender and chiseled, Blaise was more bulked up so his physical attributes were more clearly defined. Nevertheless, it could be taken for granted that both boys would fully be able to hold their own in a fistfight.
“You don’t decide that, Zabini.” He smirked as a dangerous glint entered his eyes. “Or have you forgotten that you don’t make the decisions?” Keeping one hand firmly against Blaise’s chest, Malfoy moved the other to drop quickly against the Italian’s hip and in a second’s time, yanked him roughly against himself.
A groan was heard, from who, neither one knew, as their lower bodies ground against each other. Unable to resist, Zabini moved and captured Draco’s lips with his own. The kiss was like a battle of wills. They were each furiously fighting for domination. Tongues clashed as both nipped and sucked at the other. Draco’s hands turned possessive as he fisted Blaise’s shirt, while Blaise finally, finally allowed his hands to move away from the wall and clutch Draco in his arms, pulling him that much closer to himself.
Pants could be heard between the two when they finally decided to pull apart. The battle wasn’t over yet. Blaise dove down and attacked Draco’s neck with his lips and tongue causing the Slytherin pretty boy to hiss and silently, mentally beg for more. But enough was enough, they were both Slytherin and they knew how to play the game.
Malfoy was the first to break the rising tension as he once more shoved impatiently at the Italian’s chest. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, Blaise. Still bitter, are we?” His voice was light and mocking.
“You don’t get everything you want, Malfoy. I won’t let you.”
“Heh. Tell me, do you really fancy yourself in love with the twit, or are you just getting back at me for stopping our little trysts?”
While Draco’s expression was haunted with the ghost of his oh so familiar smirk, Blaise stood a few feet away, his arms at his sides, with no expression at all. They were having a typical male showdown, and in typical male fashion, neither noticed the previous re-arrival of an incredibly shocked witch.
--
A/N: First of all. I think I’m incapable of writing a chapter without leaving a little cliffie at the end. (Who would really call this one a cliffie anyway….?) I’ve actually tried writing one without a cliffie before, and it just got impossibly long. Haha.
Secondly, I’ve never ever ever written something like this chapter before. I’m not sure if I got the information I wanted to get out clearly enough. And I’m sorry to all the readers who don’t really like the male x male pairing… But please, let me know what you think and I’ll decide from there on whether or not this sort of pairing will be detailed in the chapters to come.
And now, finally, the reviews. =) You guys rock!
lovemalfoy239 - Thanks for your review! =) I’m so glad my story got you to register. Haha. That’s what I like to hear. =) So here’s to hoping that this chapter didn’t disappoint. ^^
margaritama, Opheliaxx , Dreamweaver - ahahha. Your reviews make my day! Keep them coming, please! =) Hahha. I agree, Blaise was pretty smokin’ in that last chapter… Haha. I think I’ll always cheer for Blaise though. Haha. But then again…Malfoy’s pretty sexy too. ;)
LunaSeay - =) Then you’re probably going to be veryyy happy with me in the chapters to come. Haha. Or if other’s object to the pairing, then I’ll write you a special chapter. *winkwink* hahah.
=) Even if your name wasn’t mentioned here, I really am glad for your reviews! Keep it up if you’d like more. =)