A Simple Twist of Fate
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
7,650
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Disclaimer: Sadly, they are only toys with which I sometimes play.
I hope you enjoy, and thanks for reading! [NC/17] [ H / R / Hr / D / G ]
Side note - This story stems from another (as yet unfinished) story of mine, Kedavra. In that story is pain, torture, mutilation, and rape - this story starts the same, and yet is of a COMPLETELY different character.
‘Indicates character thoughts’
-Indicates dream sequence-
Chapter 1:
With a grimace, Harry disgustedly tossed his last package of fizzing whizzbees to Ron, who was currently smirking in delight at yet another win over the Golden Boy in a game of wizard’s chess.
“Well, that was well played, don’t you think?” the flame-haired boy managed around his mouthful of bubbling, fizzing candy.
“Oh yes, quite” muttered Harry wryly, before leaning back in the red covered armchair, and kicking his feet up onto a stray stool to enjoy the warmth of the fire, as well as try to block out Ron’s supercilious giggling. With a relieved sigh, Harry lurched to his feet as he heard Ginny’s voice outside the Fat Lady’s painting.
“Portoclius Tentacles!”
Grinning to himself at his recently formed idea for revenge against Ron, who was still sucking contentedly at Harry’s candy, the dark haired boy swooped down on his girlfriend as she slipped through the portrait hole, catching her lips with his own in a heated welcome. Hands slipping from the red and gold shoulders of her sweater, he grinned into the kiss as he imagined Ron’s eyes slowly bugging out; Harry’s hands were tracing their way down Ginny’s sides to briefly clench her pert little bum. Finally, they broke the scorching lip-lock to the sound of choking from the girl’s elder brother.
With a wave and a flushed grin, Ginny nodded to Ron. “Mum’s only just sent an owl, Ron. We’re to meet her down in Hogsmead this weekend for a bit of Christmas shopping!” Grumbling, Ron only nodded before defiantly taking up the rest of the contents of the sweets bag and rolling his eyes at Harry as he began making his way up the steps to the room he‘d shared with Harry, Dean, Seamus, and Neville since their first year together at Hogwarts.
“Night, ‘Mione” he called over his shoulder to the corner where the studious girl was perched, head in hands. Apparently absorbed in her books, she didn’t look up so he continued on his way.
Harry laughed and gave Ginny one last chaste kiss, and loped across the common room and up the stairs to bed as well.
“Bloody hell, Harry, that’s my little -sister- you were groping down there!” He could hear Ron mumbling and cursing from inside his pulled bed curtains as Harry slipped off his trousers and shirt, and climbed under the covers, content with the night, even after having lost four games to the red head in one sitting. Despite the losses, the evening hadn’t turned out so bad after all!
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Banging her head on the book laden table, Hermione groaned. ‘I should -not- be thinking about this.’ With a sharp crack, her cranium rebounded upwards once more, bouncing off the softly cackling desk. Unbidden, another fleeting image of the gray eyed seeker at today’s Quidditch match hovered over the backs of Hermione’s eyelids before her forehead connected once more with the wood to drive it out.
Alone now in the common room, after Harry, Ron, and Ginny had separated to their dorm rooms, she could let out a soft whimper. Unfortunately, she could also hear the snide remarks of the desk in front of her.
“Silly little muggle-born. Moping over a -boy- hehe! What will they think now, the precious muggle’s got her knickers in a twist over Maaalfoooyyyy!”
Grunting, Hermione rose to her feet and swept her books from the desk and into one arm. With the other, she pointed her wand, and a small blue spark shot from the tip, scorching the desk and causing it to turn it’s attentions from her to muttering about the mar to it’s once polished surface.
Hautily, she made her way up the steps to the dormitory she shared with Lavender and Parvati, and climbed under the covers of her bed. “Silencio!” It wouldn’t do at all for either of the other girls to hear a stray murmur or moan from her traitorous dreams of the Slythrin Prince.
-Looking up from her perch in the Gryffindor stands, Hermione could barely make out the pale form covered in green and black leather. ‘Damn… I wish he was closer so I could see that arse of his!’ It was almost as though the blond boy had heard her, for he was zipping toward her on his broom.
Hermione’s eyes widened as he came closer, and then she yelped in pain and startlement as the Slytherin seeker tumbled into her lap. Leaping to his feet, Draco crowed in glee, holding up the snitch, the little golden ball struggling feebly in his grasp. With a laugh, Malfoy leaned down and planted a kiss on her lips. “Thanks for breaking my fall, Granger . . . -
She knew it was a dream from the moment it started, and shook herself slightly. ‘I -wish- he’d done that. Oh merlin, what’s wrong with me? I should -not- be thinking that. But oh.. When he fell into my lap I …’ Groaning, Hermione shifted under her covers, blushing at the slight trickle of wetness that covered the inside of her thighs. ‘Ugh, this is awful. Damn girl, concentrate on what -really- happened at the game today, not on what you wish had happened!’
Closing her eyes, she went back to the image of Draco tumbling into her lap, snitch in hand.
-Leaping to his feet, Draco crowed in glee, holding up the snitch, the little golden ball struggling feebly in his grasp. As the rest of his fellow slytherins made their way over to their captain to celebrate, the blond 6th year looked down, seeing Hermione sprawled on the bench, nursing a split and and breathing heavily. His customary sneer in place, Draco looked down at her. “Oh my, looks like they finally found a use for you mudbloods after all! Thanks for using that bushy hair of yours to block my fall, Granger!”
“Looks like they still haven’t found a use for you, you useless ferret!” She spat as Neville and Lavender helped her back to her seat. With a condescending laugh, Draco nimbly leapt back to his broom, and made his way over to his adoring fans to a resounding rendition of “Weasley is our King!” Hermione struggled to hold in a glare as Draco placed his lips over those of the pug faced Pansy Parkinson’s, but failed. Thankfully, her friends thought it was for the ferret they all hated, and they made their dispirited way back to the castle for dinner.-
Biting her fist to keep in a heartrending sigh, Hermione rolled over onto her side, thankful for the absence of desire after re-living the actual event at the game. However, as she closed her eyes, the last thing she saw was Malfoy’s silvered ones looking up at her startledly from her lap, wide and surprised. ‘I am so screwed.’
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**Authors Notes:** Well, if you\'ve read Kedavra, you might think that this chapter and the first of that one are the same. That\'s because they are! I hit a bit of a sticky point with Kedavra, because the muses decided to pull me in a completely opposit direction from that which the story HAD been going. I was unable to write anymore until I started to put this version down... so here you go!
Hopefully chapter two will be up somin about 30 seconds!
I hope you enjoy, and thanks for reading! [NC/17] [ H / R / Hr / D / G ]
Side note - This story stems from another (as yet unfinished) story of mine, Kedavra. In that story is pain, torture, mutilation, and rape - this story starts the same, and yet is of a COMPLETELY different character.
‘Indicates character thoughts’
-Indicates dream sequence-
Chapter 1:
With a grimace, Harry disgustedly tossed his last package of fizzing whizzbees to Ron, who was currently smirking in delight at yet another win over the Golden Boy in a game of wizard’s chess.
“Well, that was well played, don’t you think?” the flame-haired boy managed around his mouthful of bubbling, fizzing candy.
“Oh yes, quite” muttered Harry wryly, before leaning back in the red covered armchair, and kicking his feet up onto a stray stool to enjoy the warmth of the fire, as well as try to block out Ron’s supercilious giggling. With a relieved sigh, Harry lurched to his feet as he heard Ginny’s voice outside the Fat Lady’s painting.
“Portoclius Tentacles!”
Grinning to himself at his recently formed idea for revenge against Ron, who was still sucking contentedly at Harry’s candy, the dark haired boy swooped down on his girlfriend as she slipped through the portrait hole, catching her lips with his own in a heated welcome. Hands slipping from the red and gold shoulders of her sweater, he grinned into the kiss as he imagined Ron’s eyes slowly bugging out; Harry’s hands were tracing their way down Ginny’s sides to briefly clench her pert little bum. Finally, they broke the scorching lip-lock to the sound of choking from the girl’s elder brother.
With a wave and a flushed grin, Ginny nodded to Ron. “Mum’s only just sent an owl, Ron. We’re to meet her down in Hogsmead this weekend for a bit of Christmas shopping!” Grumbling, Ron only nodded before defiantly taking up the rest of the contents of the sweets bag and rolling his eyes at Harry as he began making his way up the steps to the room he‘d shared with Harry, Dean, Seamus, and Neville since their first year together at Hogwarts.
“Night, ‘Mione” he called over his shoulder to the corner where the studious girl was perched, head in hands. Apparently absorbed in her books, she didn’t look up so he continued on his way.
Harry laughed and gave Ginny one last chaste kiss, and loped across the common room and up the stairs to bed as well.
“Bloody hell, Harry, that’s my little -sister- you were groping down there!” He could hear Ron mumbling and cursing from inside his pulled bed curtains as Harry slipped off his trousers and shirt, and climbed under the covers, content with the night, even after having lost four games to the red head in one sitting. Despite the losses, the evening hadn’t turned out so bad after all!
Banging her head on the book laden table, Hermione groaned. ‘I should -not- be thinking about this.’ With a sharp crack, her cranium rebounded upwards once more, bouncing off the softly cackling desk. Unbidden, another fleeting image of the gray eyed seeker at today’s Quidditch match hovered over the backs of Hermione’s eyelids before her forehead connected once more with the wood to drive it out.
Alone now in the common room, after Harry, Ron, and Ginny had separated to their dorm rooms, she could let out a soft whimper. Unfortunately, she could also hear the snide remarks of the desk in front of her.
“Silly little muggle-born. Moping over a -boy- hehe! What will they think now, the precious muggle’s got her knickers in a twist over Maaalfoooyyyy!”
Grunting, Hermione rose to her feet and swept her books from the desk and into one arm. With the other, she pointed her wand, and a small blue spark shot from the tip, scorching the desk and causing it to turn it’s attentions from her to muttering about the mar to it’s once polished surface.
Hautily, she made her way up the steps to the dormitory she shared with Lavender and Parvati, and climbed under the covers of her bed. “Silencio!” It wouldn’t do at all for either of the other girls to hear a stray murmur or moan from her traitorous dreams of the Slythrin Prince.
-Looking up from her perch in the Gryffindor stands, Hermione could barely make out the pale form covered in green and black leather. ‘Damn… I wish he was closer so I could see that arse of his!’ It was almost as though the blond boy had heard her, for he was zipping toward her on his broom.
Hermione’s eyes widened as he came closer, and then she yelped in pain and startlement as the Slytherin seeker tumbled into her lap. Leaping to his feet, Draco crowed in glee, holding up the snitch, the little golden ball struggling feebly in his grasp. With a laugh, Malfoy leaned down and planted a kiss on her lips. “Thanks for breaking my fall, Granger . . . -
She knew it was a dream from the moment it started, and shook herself slightly. ‘I -wish- he’d done that. Oh merlin, what’s wrong with me? I should -not- be thinking that. But oh.. When he fell into my lap I …’ Groaning, Hermione shifted under her covers, blushing at the slight trickle of wetness that covered the inside of her thighs. ‘Ugh, this is awful. Damn girl, concentrate on what -really- happened at the game today, not on what you wish had happened!’
Closing her eyes, she went back to the image of Draco tumbling into her lap, snitch in hand.
-Leaping to his feet, Draco crowed in glee, holding up the snitch, the little golden ball struggling feebly in his grasp. As the rest of his fellow slytherins made their way over to their captain to celebrate, the blond 6th year looked down, seeing Hermione sprawled on the bench, nursing a split and and breathing heavily. His customary sneer in place, Draco looked down at her. “Oh my, looks like they finally found a use for you mudbloods after all! Thanks for using that bushy hair of yours to block my fall, Granger!”
“Looks like they still haven’t found a use for you, you useless ferret!” She spat as Neville and Lavender helped her back to her seat. With a condescending laugh, Draco nimbly leapt back to his broom, and made his way over to his adoring fans to a resounding rendition of “Weasley is our King!” Hermione struggled to hold in a glare as Draco placed his lips over those of the pug faced Pansy Parkinson’s, but failed. Thankfully, her friends thought it was for the ferret they all hated, and they made their dispirited way back to the castle for dinner.-
Biting her fist to keep in a heartrending sigh, Hermione rolled over onto her side, thankful for the absence of desire after re-living the actual event at the game. However, as she closed her eyes, the last thing she saw was Malfoy’s silvered ones looking up at her startledly from her lap, wide and surprised. ‘I am so screwed.’
**Authors Notes:** Well, if you\'ve read Kedavra, you might think that this chapter and the first of that one are the same. That\'s because they are! I hit a bit of a sticky point with Kedavra, because the muses decided to pull me in a completely opposit direction from that which the story HAD been going. I was unable to write anymore until I started to put this version down... so here you go!
Hopefully chapter two will be up somin about 30 seconds!