Dazed and Confused

Title: Dazed and Confused
Author: Amonara
Disclaimer: All characters are just borrowed from JK Rowling, for my playing pleasure. I’m sorry…don’t hurt me.
Note: This is my first HG/DM fic. It’ll start off slowly, before the story will get better. All my first chapters start off a little rough, but with a little work and some faith in my writing ability this story should get better. Oh and please forgive the title…
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Sneaking through the twisted passageways was not always an easy task, especially at this time of night, but she was a clever witch and the enchanted map in her hands helped her keep track of all dangers in the castle. She had no intentions of being caught, although most likely at this point in her quest detention would be the only punishment. What was at the end of her journey, the plan she had spent months orchestrating, would surely, if she was caught, send her in the deepest realms of what she imagined hell must be like. And it could only start with one word, “expulsion.” Hermione’s worst nightmare was failure and expulsion in her mind was the thing that would start the chain reaction to her educational demise, and the horror of having to face the world uneducated and without instruction. Although she comforted herself with the knowledge that if she found some work and bought enough books, after twice the amount of one’s usual educational years she might have taught herself enough to get a decent job in the Ministry of Magic. She might have to start off as a secretary, as awful and humiliating as it sounded, and then through her smarts work her way up. Shivering slightly at the beastly doubts that whirled though her brain, the young woman made her way cautiously down the hallway, holding her lit wand before her. She mentally berated herself for even daring to think of such a plan, for wasting valuable studying time. NEWTs were coming up within the next year and she had planned on getting a head start. Though they had been a good cover for her more than usual disappearances to the library, even Harry and especially Ron had begun to question her strange absences from the Gryffindor common room.

She hissed quietly as she stubbed her bare foot on the edge of a cool stone. Hermione bent down to examine her toe before she continued along her path. Footsteps in the corridor ahead sent chills up her spine.

She desperately whispered, “Nox.” Putting out the narrow beam of light at the end of her wand, and pressed herself against the stone wall, readying her wand to cast a disillusionment charm on her self in case it was warranted. It was just one of the many advanced charms she had committed to memory in preparation for this night.

“Fuck…” The sound of the swear word seemed to reverberate through the dark velvety air, that in the absence of light seemed palpable. The voice sounded uncomfortably familiar and she wished with all her heart that she could see the map she clutched in her damp palm. How had someone escaped her detection, the map should have shown her if there was another present on the floor. Had one of the prefects somehow managed to come up to her floor while she had momentarily focused her attention on her toe instead of the map? It was a vague possibility. Then how? For what seemed like the first time in her life, Hermione Granger was at loss.

The light of a lantern shown around a corner several feet before her, and she pressed herself more urgently against the wall. She could not and she would not be caught. Hermione tried to breathe as quietly as possible, although the grumbling of the mysterious stranger was loud enough to cover any small sound she might make.

As she tried to keep quiet, she also struggled to make out what the stranger could be saying.

“Granger…” She stifled a gasp, covering her mouth with her hand. Her dark brown eyes darted wildly from side to side searching for an escape, before she realized she hadn’t been discovered. The voice was obviously male, but why would he be uttering her name? He was still too far away to have seen her.

“…that prissy little mudblood…”

There was only one stuck up conceited ferret that would be wandering around in the corridors this late at night, complaining.

“Malfoy…” She whispered, not without venom.

It had to be him. He was the only person that would have the audacity to complain about doing her a favor. Hermione had not planned on this. She thought she had done everything in her power to make sure that the incredible bouncing ferret was out of her way, Head Boy or not. In fact she had asked him to take over her patrolling duties for the night. She wrinkled her brow in confusion, now that she thought of it he was supposed to be making a circuit around the school grounds.

As she was pursuing this rather confusing line of thought, Malfoy’s footsteps neared and then abruptly stopped. She quickly muttered the disillusionment charm, shivering slightly at the cold trickling sensation that flooded over her body.

“Who’s there?” The words rang out into the relative dark of the corridor, tainted as ever with the Malfoy arrogance.

Hermione began to edge in the direction she had originally been heading, holding her breath. If Malfoy were to catch her now, it would be all over. No matter how much he had grown and matured in the past few years, he would have no qualms about holding this over her head. As a matter of fact, Hermione was positive that he would enjoy every moment of it. She could practically see the look of glee on his face.

“I know someone’s there.” The tall blonde swung his arms out in an arc, his fingers searching.

Hermione narrowly dodged his outstretched hands, and ran down the passageway as quietly as possible. She didn’t stop running until she was sure that she was out of sight and hearing range. Breathing a sigh of relief she relit the end of her wand and checked the Marauder’s map carefully. A slight smile hovered at the corner of her lips as she spotted as particular pacing dot, right where she expected it to be. This night looked to be just as successful as she had hoped it would be. Let no one say that Hermione Granger didn’t do her research, and if all went to plan her efforts would soon pay off.

Within a few minutes Hermione was nervously standing in front of the door to the Room of Requirement, she gently pushed the door open and blinked as the room was suddenly filled with the golden flickering light of a dozen floating candles.

“Where did those come from?” asked a very confused Ron.

Hermione blushed, a rosy hue flooding to her cheeks, as she stepped fully into the room.

“I guess I wanted them here.”

“Hermione, why did you ask me to meet you here?”

Hermione took a shaky breath and tried to remember what she had studied. This moment was to be a pinnacle in her life, the sweetest and most cherished moment a girl could have. It was like a final exam for Umbridge, she had studied the theory extensively, but she had no practical experience. She had spent months preparing for this day. It had taken many hours of reading and re-reading shocking romance novels she had borrowed from Lavender and Patima, and days of looking through very dirty magazines from the muggle world that had been extremely hard to get a hold of. Not to mention the time she had spent locked in her room, trying to figure out what to wear and what to say. She had memorized what she wanted to say before hand so she couldn’t get flustered and mess the entire night up. Hermione Granger had faced death in the face many times, but this moment scared her the most. Perhaps it was the fear of rejection, she had been dating Ron since the middle of the summer, when she had saved his life in the one of the most dangerous battles so far against Voldemort, and they had yet to do more than kiss. She wanted once and for all to make sure Ron saw her as a vibrant sexy female, after all it had taken him until the Yule Ball to even notice she was a female in the attractive sense. She was going to make sure that it did not take several years for Ronald Weasley to notice that she was a sexual being, if inexperienced.


“Well...I guess you’ve noticed that I’ve been busy lately…”

“Yeah, that’s my Hermione, nose always stuck in a book.”

She managed the most seductive smile she could come up with at the moment, and began to slowly walk towards the still rather puzzled red-head all the while trying to unclasp her cloak with fumbling shaking fingers.

“So, I thought that maybe we could use a little alone time…”

Hermione finally managed to undo the bothersome clasp and her cloak fell to the ground in a dark pool by her feet. It was worth all those months of lost NEWT studying time just to see Ron’s mouth gape open like a fish out of water and his eyes pop open. He squeaked slightly as his eyes roved up and down her body. Apparently she had chosen her outfit well. Hermione felt sexy and every inch a seductress. She walked towards the gaping boy, her hips swaying softly.

Ron’s eyes seemed glued to her body, indeed he had never seen her out of her normal robes and sweaters. All he could do was examine every curve of her body as if his life depended on it. She wore a red satin corset edged in black lace that hugged and defined the soft curve of her waist; his eyes were immediately drawn to the swell of her luscious breasts that were moving gently with her quick rhythmic breaths. Her delectable nether regions were clad in matching boy shorts that accentuated her lean curved legs.

“Y-y-you…” Ron stuttered, not able to keep his eyes off of her body.

“You look beautiful.”

Hermione smiled brilliantly, her body filled with excitement; she could tell from the look in Ron’s eyes that he was incredibly aroused by her appearance. Even the tips of his ears had turned pink and his face was flushed with the heady tint of arousal.

By this time she had reached the tall red-head, she smiled seductively up at him and trailed a slender finger down the center of his chest.

“Mmmmm…thank you.”

Hermione’s studies had paid off; she felt her body start to come alive as he merely shivered at her touch.

“’Mione, are you sure about this?” He gestured at her body, licking his lips trying to keep his control.

“I’m sure.” She pushed him down onto the chair that had magically appeared behind him.

“But…”

“Enough talk.” She said briefly, interrupting his words with a passionate kiss. His lips immediately parted as her tongue darted teasingly into the heated warmth of his mouth, flicking and exploring the ribbed edges of his teeth, as she positioned herself so that she was straddling his heated and growing erection. His hands roved over her back, finding the black ribbon that held her corset together and tugged the loosely tied bow apart, before sliding downwards to cup the rounded curve of her ass in his hands.

They broke apart, gasping for air, both of their bodies surging with hormones, each in a race to see who could get the other’s clothes off first.

“Hermione, you have no idea how long I’ve waited for this moment.” Ron managed to gasp out, as she tentatively reached a slender hand to caress his throbbing hard member, while he struggled with her corset.

“Well…Well…what have we here?” drawled a cool voice from the doorway.

Hermione gasped and scrambled to pull up her corset up over her breasts. She managed to stumble off of Ron’s lap, blushing furiously.

Ron’s face was contorted in anger as he contemplated the figure of the very smug Slytherin who was languidly leaning against the door frame.

“Y-y-you…GIT!!” Ron sputtered.

The tall blonde Slytherin merely raised an eyebrow disdainfully.

“Now, now Weasel, such language. I’d hate to give you two nights of detention, just for disrespect alone.” Draco smirked.

Hermione blinked back the tears that were rapidly flooding her eyes. She rushed to her cloak, fastening it haphazardly over her disheveled and rather revealing outfit.

She stopped at the door, wishing she could just slap the snarky look off of his face, but she couldn’t even summon the strength to hit him. Her dark brown eyes smoldered with anger.

“I…HATE…YOU…” She screamed and burst into tears. Brushing roughly past the blonde, she ran out into the passageway leaving two flabbergasted boys in her wake.