The Kindling Fire Between Us
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
16
Views:
9,908
Reviews:
46
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The Curve of Your Lips
Hermione walked into her room with a smug smile plastered across her face. She closed her door and took a deep breath.
\' I can\'t believe I just did that! Stupid, sexy Malfoy. Now he knows what it\'s like to be played with,\'
She dressed quickly in her uniform. Her little encounter with Draco had taken longer than she had planned. Filled with confidence from thinking of how vulnerable Draco had looked earlier, Hermione hiked her skirt, not enough to be considered slutty, but just enough to be noticeable.
Classes went by in a blur. At lunch, Hermione sat down in between Ron and Harry, even though they seemed to be in yet another deep conversation.
\" Sorry to interrupt guys, but you won\'t believe what a boring day I\'ve had...Are either of you listening?\" Hermione looked back and forth between them but only found blank stares. This was the last straw. At first she had been able to ignore how they constantly kept leaving her out of conversations and how they completely zoned out when she was able to talk to them, but she couldn\'t take it anymore. She just couldn\'t handle having to deal with friendships and hormones up the waat tat the same time.
She quickly stood up and stormed out of the hall, cursing men in general.
\' God, once they hit puberty, they\'re just way too cool to be hanging out with a girl like me. If you aren\'t fucking them, they don\'t want anything to do with you.\'
Hermione entered the potions classroom and took a seat in the front, far from where Ron and H\'s \'s regular seats were. She tossed her bag on the table in front of her and took out her quill and parchment.
\' Maybe some last minute corrections on this essay will help me de-stress,\'
Soon the classroom was filled with students and Snape began his lecture on the oh-so- exciting uses of dragon\'s breath. After jotting down some quick notes, Hermione looked around the room aimlessly, trying to find a more interesting point of focus then the greasy haired potions professor. And soon enough she found one. The platinum blond, boner boy. Hermione studied him idly, noticing how closely he resembled a Greek god. His hair was messier than normal though. \'Must not have gotten have much sleep,\' Hermione smirked to herself.
His lips were perched on the end a pristine-white quill. She noticed how his lips curved around the end and how his fingers twirled it from time to time. Oh, how much she\'d pay to be that quill. Subjected to the movements of his soft, pouty lips. Hermione could feel her temperature rising. A little more of this and she\'d have to make him take her right on Snape\'s desk. Then suddenly, almost as if he knew what she was thinking, Draco looked straight at her, quill still in mouth. Hermione could feel her body tense. Unlike the time on the train, neither looked away. Hermione knew Draco understood she\'d been starring at him, imagining all the things she could do to him. And frankly, it didn\'t seem like Draco minded one bit. They held the stare a bit longer, neither backing down. Hermione concentrated on his mouth, wondering what his next move would be. As if answering her question, the tip of his tongue slithered out slightly, licking the end of the quill. Hermione decided that that was the most erotic thing she had ever seen... right before she fell off her chair in shock.
\" Ms.Granger, is there something wrong or do you just enjoy interrupting my class with your Grade-A clumsiness?\" Snape snapped from the front of the room.
Hermione stood up, straightening her skirt and looking around the class. Most of the Gryffindors looked on in horror, worried that some house-points were about to be deducted, while most of the Slytherins smirked in amusement, except for one. This certain Slytherin had a look of triumph (and maybe a little bit of arousal)...(A/N: sorry, had to throw that in there!).
\" Umm, actually professor, I feel a bit sick, may I be excused?\"
\" Yes, Ms. Granger. But please, try not to trip on your way up the stairs. I know that might be hard, but we all believe in you,\" Snape remarked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. As much as Hermione wanted to defend herself, she quickly gathered her things and left the room, heading towards her dorm. She needed to think some things out and ponder the many other uses of Malfoy\'s mouth.
\' I can\'t believe I just did that! Stupid, sexy Malfoy. Now he knows what it\'s like to be played with,\'
She dressed quickly in her uniform. Her little encounter with Draco had taken longer than she had planned. Filled with confidence from thinking of how vulnerable Draco had looked earlier, Hermione hiked her skirt, not enough to be considered slutty, but just enough to be noticeable.
Classes went by in a blur. At lunch, Hermione sat down in between Ron and Harry, even though they seemed to be in yet another deep conversation.
\" Sorry to interrupt guys, but you won\'t believe what a boring day I\'ve had...Are either of you listening?\" Hermione looked back and forth between them but only found blank stares. This was the last straw. At first she had been able to ignore how they constantly kept leaving her out of conversations and how they completely zoned out when she was able to talk to them, but she couldn\'t take it anymore. She just couldn\'t handle having to deal with friendships and hormones up the waat tat the same time.
She quickly stood up and stormed out of the hall, cursing men in general.
\' God, once they hit puberty, they\'re just way too cool to be hanging out with a girl like me. If you aren\'t fucking them, they don\'t want anything to do with you.\'
Hermione entered the potions classroom and took a seat in the front, far from where Ron and H\'s \'s regular seats were. She tossed her bag on the table in front of her and took out her quill and parchment.
\' Maybe some last minute corrections on this essay will help me de-stress,\'
Soon the classroom was filled with students and Snape began his lecture on the oh-so- exciting uses of dragon\'s breath. After jotting down some quick notes, Hermione looked around the room aimlessly, trying to find a more interesting point of focus then the greasy haired potions professor. And soon enough she found one. The platinum blond, boner boy. Hermione studied him idly, noticing how closely he resembled a Greek god. His hair was messier than normal though. \'Must not have gotten have much sleep,\' Hermione smirked to herself.
His lips were perched on the end a pristine-white quill. She noticed how his lips curved around the end and how his fingers twirled it from time to time. Oh, how much she\'d pay to be that quill. Subjected to the movements of his soft, pouty lips. Hermione could feel her temperature rising. A little more of this and she\'d have to make him take her right on Snape\'s desk. Then suddenly, almost as if he knew what she was thinking, Draco looked straight at her, quill still in mouth. Hermione could feel her body tense. Unlike the time on the train, neither looked away. Hermione knew Draco understood she\'d been starring at him, imagining all the things she could do to him. And frankly, it didn\'t seem like Draco minded one bit. They held the stare a bit longer, neither backing down. Hermione concentrated on his mouth, wondering what his next move would be. As if answering her question, the tip of his tongue slithered out slightly, licking the end of the quill. Hermione decided that that was the most erotic thing she had ever seen... right before she fell off her chair in shock.
\" Ms.Granger, is there something wrong or do you just enjoy interrupting my class with your Grade-A clumsiness?\" Snape snapped from the front of the room.
Hermione stood up, straightening her skirt and looking around the class. Most of the Gryffindors looked on in horror, worried that some house-points were about to be deducted, while most of the Slytherins smirked in amusement, except for one. This certain Slytherin had a look of triumph (and maybe a little bit of arousal)...(A/N: sorry, had to throw that in there!).
\" Umm, actually professor, I feel a bit sick, may I be excused?\"
\" Yes, Ms. Granger. But please, try not to trip on your way up the stairs. I know that might be hard, but we all believe in you,\" Snape remarked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. As much as Hermione wanted to defend herself, she quickly gathered her things and left the room, heading towards her dorm. She needed to think some things out and ponder the many other uses of Malfoy\'s mouth.