Broken Scales
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
9
Views:
8,209
Reviews:
38
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0
Currently Reading:
0
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*****Authors Note*****
*** i have been gone for a while and i have decided to rework this story, thank you if you decided to pick up my story again! wish me luck*****
Draco_Lover -- yes it was quite that easy but this will start to progress alot faster soon, Draco seems to have issues sharing....*EG*
margaritama --- ok uber compliment comming from you, cause Her shoes is amasning!! and i dont think i was to bad for my first real smut scene!! thank for reading!
JordenK-- thanks for the advice, i hope your still reading, i am working on my techincal writting.
ashley-- thanks! i will please keep reviewing!
Qui--- thanks! i'm all blushing cause you like it so much! please keep reading i hope you enjoy!
dracosgirl--- i am wrring as much as i can, the move and the new job are settling down now so you probly wont have to wait so long next time
Anon-- More Chaps on the way! have some cool ideas, gotta get the ball moving on some side stories too!
more willbe comming soon! finally have the net in my new apt, along with 7 new roomates and 68 hr a week job, so bare with me if the updates are a little random in their timing!
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The morning was clear and bright Draco stretched his arms above his head, yawning. God he loved Saturdays, his bed was warm and the dream he had been having about Hermione was slowly leaking out of his mind. He pondered over the things they had done in the dream, the passion, Draco groaned loudly, feeling content.
Hermione was in the living room he could hear her talking to someone, she was laughing. The sound was like tinkling crystal. His body reacted while he listened to her voice. Who was she talking to? The voice was recognizable but it seemed off somehow.
“So how’s living with Draco?” The voice was male, “He can be such a pain in the arse, has been since we were little. We used to play when we were children; he always had to be the center of attention.” The voices laughed; now more awake He knew the voice.
It was Blaise. what in the hell is he doing here? And why is he talking to Hermione? Draco could hear the inflection of Blaise’s voice as they were chatting. Is he flirting with her?
Draco sprang out of bed throwing on the first thing he found on the floor jamming his legs into a pair of pajama pants and rushing out the door. He adopted a casual lope as he entered the small sitting room to find them sitting on the couch, Blaise holding little Sophia while she slept.
“Ah, Draco, your awake, that’s wonderful, Hermione and I were getting to know each other a little better. All that silly stuff about Gryffindores just isn’t true. Ms. Granger has truly been a treat.” Hermione smiled and a light pink crept up her neck. She looked stunning, her hair was smooth in beautiful, well maintained curls; her face had been done with a faint glamour charm leaving her breathtaking.
“Yeah, Grangers, um, great, what are you doing here Zabini?” Draco was fighting the urge to toss him out the door because he knew very well what he was doing here. He was hitting on Granger using their drifted friendship as an excuse to get the ball rolling. What a dirty bastard.
“Well, Draco,” Zabini flashed a million dollar smile, “some things never change, your manners still are regrettable in the morning,” He shot a small wink at Granger out of the corner of his eye. She giggled and smiled back at him.
“The reason I am here, Draco, is because we can go to Hogsmead today, I would like to pick a few things up from the apothecary, and I was going to ask you to come along.” Zabini flashed Draco an innocent smile. Draco could hear the blood rushing through his ears. And Granger picks today to actually put herself together.
“Yeah, sure, I’ll go, when would you like to leave?” Draco asked. The sooner the better. he though viciously, he needs to stay the hell away from Hermione.
“Whenever you are ready is fine with me, Malfoy. Miss. Granger, may I ask for the pleasure of your company this afternoon, or are you busy?”
Hermione flushed trying to hide her panic. “Um... well I…I’m not sure, Blaise, thank you for offering,” her eyes shot to Malfoy for just a half of a second.
This didn’t go unnoticed by Blaise, “Don’t worry about Draco, Hermione, he will be a perfect gentleman today, I promise.” His smile could have melted butter Hermione looked torn but returned his smile with a weak one and nodded.
“Thank you, Blaise, that is very kind of you.” Her voice was quivering softly giving away her fear.
“Not at all my dear, sweet girl, it would be a pleasure to enjoy your company today.”
Draco could barely breathe, what the hell is he thinking?? He just walks in here and asks Granger out? What the hell is this, anyway? Is this a date? And she just says yes? He was going to kill Zabini, that much was a fact. He turned to go get ready for the outing, grumbling to himself, and slamming the door a little harder than necessary. She was his, and Zabini would know that by the end of today.
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Hermione was panicking; did this beautiful slytherin boy just ask her out? She, Hermione Granger, was going to be spending the day with the two best looking slytherins in the whole school? What the hell happened last night?
The world had fallen into an alternate universe, Hermione was sure of it. Blaise was smiling at her, making small talk, leaning close to her and touching her casually. Hermione smiled and her brain went into auto pilot as she dissected the information. Draco had looked angry when he saw Blaise, strange reaction to a friend.
What were people going to say? Hermione mentally kicked herself. Who cares what people say! You can go out with whoever you chose to go out with. This is your choice. God help me if we run into Ron and Harry.
She shuttered at the thought, Blaise was flashing her that fantastic smile again, his hand resting on hers, her pulse quickened, and she smiled back at him. Blaise was interested, any idiot could see that. Hermione watched him curiously, his hand still resting lightly over hers.
Draco burst back into the living room, stomping around like a child having a temper tantrum; he glared at Blaise’s hand. The noise that escaped from Draco’s lips could only be described as a growl; it was deep in his chest and full of unknown anger.
Hermione stared at him and pulled her hand out from under Blaise’s hand, picking up Sophia, “Malfoy… um I mean… Draco, are you alright? If you don’t want me to go, it’s really alright,” What is up with him? What happened to my life? I care why Malfoy is angry? I think I need a trip to St. Mungos.
Draco’s voice seemed to have broken slightly, now the anger was gone, “No, Gra…I mean Hermione, please come if you would like, it would be a… um fun.”
Hermione looked around for a second, bending over, flashing both the boys a quick look down her shirt, she could hear them both inhale slightly, she stood up bright pink, “Um, Draco have you seen the baby sling?”
“Yes, Hermione,” he took her hand softly, she started at him as he pulled her behind him into his bedroom. The room was the same size as hers, but it was darker, with green satin sheets and a huge plush comforter wrapped and knotted in his immaculate four poster bed. He had the sling in his hand now; Hermione had stopped breathing when he had brought her into his room. What is he playing at? Why couldn’t he have just gotten the damned sling?
Draco was too close to her in an instant, her face in his hands, “Hermione, I want you to listen to me, Blaise just wants to get into your pants. Don’t let him touch you, he uses little girls up like tissues. Just because he makes goo-goo eyes at you like that. I know you’re not very good with boys so I wanted to warn you.”
Hermione’s hand had by passed her brain at that point, they only evidence that she had hit him was the intense sting in her hand, and the shocked look on Draco’s face.
What a load of utter bollocks! Hermione was irate, how he dare assume I have no experience with the male gender. Is it impossible to believe that Blaise might actually be interested in me?
Within an instant Draco had her slammed against the wall and was kissing her. Draco hadn’t waited for her lips to part, he drove his tongue into her mouth, his hand was on her ass lifting her up to pin her against the wall.
*** i have been gone for a while and i have decided to rework this story, thank you if you decided to pick up my story again! wish me luck*****
Draco_Lover -- yes it was quite that easy but this will start to progress alot faster soon, Draco seems to have issues sharing....*EG*
margaritama --- ok uber compliment comming from you, cause Her shoes is amasning!! and i dont think i was to bad for my first real smut scene!! thank for reading!
JordenK-- thanks for the advice, i hope your still reading, i am working on my techincal writting.
ashley-- thanks! i will please keep reviewing!
Qui--- thanks! i'm all blushing cause you like it so much! please keep reading i hope you enjoy!
dracosgirl--- i am wrring as much as i can, the move and the new job are settling down now so you probly wont have to wait so long next time
Anon-- More Chaps on the way! have some cool ideas, gotta get the ball moving on some side stories too!
more willbe comming soon! finally have the net in my new apt, along with 7 new roomates and 68 hr a week job, so bare with me if the updates are a little random in their timing!
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The morning was clear and bright Draco stretched his arms above his head, yawning. God he loved Saturdays, his bed was warm and the dream he had been having about Hermione was slowly leaking out of his mind. He pondered over the things they had done in the dream, the passion, Draco groaned loudly, feeling content.
Hermione was in the living room he could hear her talking to someone, she was laughing. The sound was like tinkling crystal. His body reacted while he listened to her voice. Who was she talking to? The voice was recognizable but it seemed off somehow.
“So how’s living with Draco?” The voice was male, “He can be such a pain in the arse, has been since we were little. We used to play when we were children; he always had to be the center of attention.” The voices laughed; now more awake He knew the voice.
It was Blaise. what in the hell is he doing here? And why is he talking to Hermione? Draco could hear the inflection of Blaise’s voice as they were chatting. Is he flirting with her?
Draco sprang out of bed throwing on the first thing he found on the floor jamming his legs into a pair of pajama pants and rushing out the door. He adopted a casual lope as he entered the small sitting room to find them sitting on the couch, Blaise holding little Sophia while she slept.
“Ah, Draco, your awake, that’s wonderful, Hermione and I were getting to know each other a little better. All that silly stuff about Gryffindores just isn’t true. Ms. Granger has truly been a treat.” Hermione smiled and a light pink crept up her neck. She looked stunning, her hair was smooth in beautiful, well maintained curls; her face had been done with a faint glamour charm leaving her breathtaking.
“Yeah, Grangers, um, great, what are you doing here Zabini?” Draco was fighting the urge to toss him out the door because he knew very well what he was doing here. He was hitting on Granger using their drifted friendship as an excuse to get the ball rolling. What a dirty bastard.
“Well, Draco,” Zabini flashed a million dollar smile, “some things never change, your manners still are regrettable in the morning,” He shot a small wink at Granger out of the corner of his eye. She giggled and smiled back at him.
“The reason I am here, Draco, is because we can go to Hogsmead today, I would like to pick a few things up from the apothecary, and I was going to ask you to come along.” Zabini flashed Draco an innocent smile. Draco could hear the blood rushing through his ears. And Granger picks today to actually put herself together.
“Yeah, sure, I’ll go, when would you like to leave?” Draco asked. The sooner the better. he though viciously, he needs to stay the hell away from Hermione.
“Whenever you are ready is fine with me, Malfoy. Miss. Granger, may I ask for the pleasure of your company this afternoon, or are you busy?”
Hermione flushed trying to hide her panic. “Um... well I…I’m not sure, Blaise, thank you for offering,” her eyes shot to Malfoy for just a half of a second.
This didn’t go unnoticed by Blaise, “Don’t worry about Draco, Hermione, he will be a perfect gentleman today, I promise.” His smile could have melted butter Hermione looked torn but returned his smile with a weak one and nodded.
“Thank you, Blaise, that is very kind of you.” Her voice was quivering softly giving away her fear.
“Not at all my dear, sweet girl, it would be a pleasure to enjoy your company today.”
Draco could barely breathe, what the hell is he thinking?? He just walks in here and asks Granger out? What the hell is this, anyway? Is this a date? And she just says yes? He was going to kill Zabini, that much was a fact. He turned to go get ready for the outing, grumbling to himself, and slamming the door a little harder than necessary. She was his, and Zabini would know that by the end of today.
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Hermione was panicking; did this beautiful slytherin boy just ask her out? She, Hermione Granger, was going to be spending the day with the two best looking slytherins in the whole school? What the hell happened last night?
The world had fallen into an alternate universe, Hermione was sure of it. Blaise was smiling at her, making small talk, leaning close to her and touching her casually. Hermione smiled and her brain went into auto pilot as she dissected the information. Draco had looked angry when he saw Blaise, strange reaction to a friend.
What were people going to say? Hermione mentally kicked herself. Who cares what people say! You can go out with whoever you chose to go out with. This is your choice. God help me if we run into Ron and Harry.
She shuttered at the thought, Blaise was flashing her that fantastic smile again, his hand resting on hers, her pulse quickened, and she smiled back at him. Blaise was interested, any idiot could see that. Hermione watched him curiously, his hand still resting lightly over hers.
Draco burst back into the living room, stomping around like a child having a temper tantrum; he glared at Blaise’s hand. The noise that escaped from Draco’s lips could only be described as a growl; it was deep in his chest and full of unknown anger.
Hermione stared at him and pulled her hand out from under Blaise’s hand, picking up Sophia, “Malfoy… um I mean… Draco, are you alright? If you don’t want me to go, it’s really alright,” What is up with him? What happened to my life? I care why Malfoy is angry? I think I need a trip to St. Mungos.
Draco’s voice seemed to have broken slightly, now the anger was gone, “No, Gra…I mean Hermione, please come if you would like, it would be a… um fun.”
Hermione looked around for a second, bending over, flashing both the boys a quick look down her shirt, she could hear them both inhale slightly, she stood up bright pink, “Um, Draco have you seen the baby sling?”
“Yes, Hermione,” he took her hand softly, she started at him as he pulled her behind him into his bedroom. The room was the same size as hers, but it was darker, with green satin sheets and a huge plush comforter wrapped and knotted in his immaculate four poster bed. He had the sling in his hand now; Hermione had stopped breathing when he had brought her into his room. What is he playing at? Why couldn’t he have just gotten the damned sling?
Draco was too close to her in an instant, her face in his hands, “Hermione, I want you to listen to me, Blaise just wants to get into your pants. Don’t let him touch you, he uses little girls up like tissues. Just because he makes goo-goo eyes at you like that. I know you’re not very good with boys so I wanted to warn you.”
Hermione’s hand had by passed her brain at that point, they only evidence that she had hit him was the intense sting in her hand, and the shocked look on Draco’s face.
What a load of utter bollocks! Hermione was irate, how he dare assume I have no experience with the male gender. Is it impossible to believe that Blaise might actually be interested in me?
Within an instant Draco had her slammed against the wall and was kissing her. Draco hadn’t waited for her lips to part, he drove his tongue into her mouth, his hand was on her ass lifting her up to pin her against the wall.