Musical Moments
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Musical Moments
Author's Note : Okay, my name is Rahainia and I have a Draco/Hermione problem. Oh, wait...you mean this isn't the Dramione Anonymous Meeting? Darn my Blackberry and the person that programmed it.
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WHEN THE WRONG ONE LOVES YOU RIGHT
Lyrics : Celine Dion
Characters : JK Rowling
Disclaimer : I own nothing…not even my sanity!
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Don’t care, what they think
How they feel, or what they say
You’re everything, I never knew
I always wanted, baby
I’ve been warned, so many times
They tell me I’ve ignored the signs
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“You know, if you keep staring her, everyone is going to put two-and-two together…even though Hogwarts isn’t known for its mathematical leanings.” Blaise murmured to the boy beside him.
“Huh?” Was the monosyllabic response.
“Eloquent, as always, Malfoy.” Blaise quipped. “Let me put into a simple phrase for you…pull your head out of your a…”
“Got it.” Draco replied quietly. “How obvious was I?”
Blaise smirked.
“How do you lust after her…let me count the ways…”
“Paraphrasing that muggle Shakespeare? I must have been drooling.” Draco winced.
“No…not quite. But between the blatant insults, the incessant tormenting and the never-ending smirking…”
“All signs of a Slytherin in lust.” Draco sighed. “But look at that hair, those eyes, that smile…she’s perfect.”
“You’re not in the same class, my friend.” Blaise argued.
“No matter, I want her. I will have her.” Draco said determinedly.
“And what Malfoys want….” Blaise started.
“Malfoys get.” Draco confirmed.
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But nobody knows you like I do
The only one for me is you
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She could feel the pale eyes staring at her…through her, actually. It was rather disconcerting. She could handle nasty Filch, the dopey Trelawney and even that severe stick-in-the-mud Snape, but when that set of clear orbs gazed upon her, all of her defenses seemed to crumble.
In a strange way, it was comforting. To her friends, she had to constantly explain herself, what she was thinking, what she was doing, where she was going…but he always seemed to understanding what was going on inside of her. Disconcertingly comforting.
((Great, I’m a walking oxy-moron.))
Sighing in frustration, she returned reading the Daily Prophet dropped off moments ago by an owl.
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I can’t stop, can’t fight, can’t resist it
When the wrong one loves you right
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-yeah)
I can’t run – I can’t hide – I can’t say no
When the wrong one loves you right
(Oh-oh-oh-yeah)
When the wrong one loves you right
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
“I think she likes me.” Draco whispered conspiratorially, as they entered the not-quite-dark classroom.
Blaise rolled his eyes.
“Who?” Goyle asked, his mouth full of the last cupcake he had grabbed before the group wandered down to the dungeons for Potions.
Draco frowned in disgust.
“Have you no manners? No class? However the Sorting Hat deemed you worthy of Slytherin is beyond me!”
Goyle swallowed the half-chewed cupcake and scampered over to join Crabbe. Their potion might blow up but even that was safer than facing Draco in a foul mood.
“So, why do you say that?” Blaise asked when they had settled into their desk.
“She can’t stop looking at me.”
“Probably trying to figure out why you can’t stop looking at her.”
“She’s like an addictive potion, Zambini.” Draco admitted. “She just has to walk into the room and I’m…”
Blaise frowned at Draco’s incomplete sentence. He looked up and saw the reason why. Sure enough, the Gryffindors had arrived.
He bit back a smile as the object of Draco’s affection made a pointed effort to keep her robes from touching Malfoy’s as she passed.
“Oh yeah, she wants you.” He smirked.
“She’s fighting her feelings.” Draco whispered knowingly.
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Getting tired, of hearing that
You’re dangerous, but they won’t stop
Until I leave, they won’t believe
That being with you won’t break my heart
So worried ‘bout, the road ahead
They can’t see that, you’re my best friend
They never gonna take me away from you
There’s nothing they can do
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The class was now more concerned with finishing their Potions than over the initial chaos caused by Professor Snape. Why did that man enjoying tormenting his students so much? Their initial self-partnering attempts were immediately thrown into the fire when the black-haired professor entered the room. He made quick work of re-arranging them and much to their dismay.
Their time was essentially up, but Snape watched the reactions of the students carefully. Smugly, he noticed that Parkinson and Weasley had given up. Not surprising considering they had stopped talking to each other within ten minutes of being paired up. Disappointingly, he observed that Zambini and Potter had failed to create the necessary Daught of Deception. He didn’t even need to sample it…the blue colour was the obvious sign. The draught was supposed to be red. Unfortunately, the Slytherin student couldn’t rescue their failed attempt.
Quietly, he watched Malfoy and Granger. Wordlessly, they worked together as a team. They didn’t talk but moved around their work station as if dancing at the Yule Ball. Gracefully, complimentary…it was scary in Snape’s opinion. But who was he to argue to with young talent, which these two appeared to have in abundance when it came to Potions.
Hermione chopped up the tubers into tiny, even slices. Ever so gently, she brushed them into the cauldron as Draco stirred. She wasn’t sure which gave off more heat…their tiny fire or the blond beside her.
Internally, she mused over the time spent with the Slytherin over the past few hours. She could smell him, feel him and they weren’t even touching. Knowing that her friends would kick her…or rather Malfoy…if she ever said those thoughts aloud, she held them close to herself. They’d remind her of his tormenting behaviour. They’d argue about his cheating nature and duplicitous demeanour. They’d point out the fact that he got punched by a girl and didn’t fight back. Hermione grinned. She could always say that she was merely initiating Slytherin foreplay in that last example.
Of course, she wondered what Malfoy’s reaction would be if she just whispered her musing only to him. She grimaced at what she imagined his reaction would be. A Mudblood infatuated with a Pureblood. The ghosts would roll over in their portraits.
Still, though, it couldn’t hurt to fantasize…to imagine what it would feel like to spend some time alone with him. No Harry, Ron, Crabbe, Goyle, Zambini…no one. At least in her daydreams, they could be together.
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I can’t stop, can’t fight, can’t resist it
When the wrong one loves you right
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-yeah)
I Can’t run – I can’t hide – I can’t say no
When the wrong one loves you right
(Oh-oh-oh-yeah)
When the wrong one loves you right
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“Acceptable.” Snape uttered, staring down at their red potion. “20 points to Slytherin and 10 to Gryffindor for making the correct potion.”
“Why are they given more?” Ron protested.
“10 points from Gryffindor for questioning me.” Snape replied, unflustered.
Ron glared.
Draco smirked.
“You don’t appear upset, Granger.” Draco said quietly as they cleaned up their workstation.
Hermione shrugged.
“Why should I be? The potion passed and we have a much cleaner workstation than the others who had potions blow up.” Hermione actually grinned. “I supposed I was partnered up with someone half-decent.”
“I am not half-decent!” Draco protested, biting back his own grin.
“Oh, then you must be positively indecent.” Hermione teased. Merlin, what was wrong with her?
Draco leaned over and placed his hand over Hermione’s as she cleaned a small paring knife.
“You have no idea how indecent, Granger.” His whisper sent shivers down her spine.
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How can I walk away
When the feeling’s so strong
I know you’re where I belong
They say I let my heart
Make up my mind
That’s why I’ll never say goodbye
I'll never say goodbye
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Draco walked out of Potions with his Slytherin housemates, wondering what had come over him.
“You touched her!” Blaise whispered harshly. “What were you thinking?”
“She called me indecent.” Draco replied dreamily.
“Oh, for the love of Merlin! Have Pansy pop a Polyjuice potion and get this out of your system!” He stomped off ahead.
Crabbe and Goyle looked back at Draco and made the co-decision to catch up to Zambini. The faraway look on Malfoy’s face scared them more than Filtch catching them raiding the kitchen.
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(Can't stop, can't fight)
(Can't resist it)
(When the wrong one loves you right)
When the wrong one loves you right
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Hermione watched the break-up within the Slytherin ranks from further back the corridor. She wondered what had put the look of fear on the Gruesome Twosomes’ faces. The flickering light in the corridor reflected off of the pale blond strands of hair in front of her and idly she wondered if it was as soft as it looked. She liked it much better au naturel. When Draco slicked his locks back, Hermione was reminded of the little boy off of the Addam’s Family show…just blonder.
She giggled nervously.
Ron and Harry stared at her in confusion.
Oh man, she had it bad.
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(Can't run)
Can't hide
(Can't hide)
(Can't say no when the wrong one loves you right)
Can't say no when the wrong one loves you right
Loves you right
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Draco sat at the Slytherin table, his supper untouched. He kept rubbing the pads of his finger tips in his palms.
“Now what’s wrong?” Blaise asked in a tired voice. “Checking to see if the old wives’ tale is true about hairy palms?”
“No.” Draco frowned. “My fingers itch.”
Blaise grabbed one of Malfoy’s hands and stared at it.
“I don’t see anything wrong.” He said simply.
“I think they itch to touch her.” Draco reasoned.
Blaise dropped the hand like it was cursed. He swore.
“I can’t help it.” Draco whispered. “I want to touch her, her hair, her face…”
“I’m going to be ill.” Blaise moaned.
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(Can't stop, can't fight)
(Can't resist it)
(When the wrong one loves you right)
When the wrong one loves you right
(Oh oh oh oh... yeah)
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“Zambini looks positively green.” Ron remarked. “Wonder if he ate something that disagreed with him.”
“You care?” Harry retorted, not bothering to turn back.
“Huh? Why do you say that?” Hermione bolted upright and snapped out of her daydream.
Harry frowned at his friend.
“Hermione? What’s wrong?” He asked.
“Yeah, you’ve been all dozy today.” Ron commented.
“Especially since Potions.” Harry remarked. “It’s understandable…”
“It is?” Hermione blinked. “You mean you know? You’re okay with this?”
“We’re your friends, ‘Mione. Of course we understand. We just want you to be happy.” Harry smiled.
Hermione placed a hand over the hands of her two friends.
“Oh, I’m happy that you’re okay with this!” She chirped. “It means so much to me!”
Grinning, Hermione stood up and practically danced out of the Great Hall.
Ron frowned.
“What was that all about?” The red-haired boy asked.
Harry shrugged.
“I thought I knew.” He stared at the doors that Hermione had just walked through.
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When the wrong one.. loves you right
(Can't run, can't hide)
(Can't say no when the wrong one loves you right)
When the wrong one loves you right
(Oh oh oh oh... yeah)
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“I’m going after her.” Draco made to stand up.
Blaise pulled him back down.
“Are you nuts?” He glared. “She just left. If you leave now, every one will know.”
“Quite right. I’ll give her a few minutes of a head start. I just don’t want to lose her.”
“I take it then that you’re not going to take my advice about Pansy and the polyjuice?” Blaise rubbed his temples.
“I’ll know it’s Pansy just by the smell. She’ll look like Granger but will smell like Parkinson.” Draco argued.
“Merlin, you’re quite the romantic. Tell me, when you're with Pansy, do you call out her last name when you climax?” Blaise inquired.
It was Draco’s turn to glare.
Blaise grinned knowingly.
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When the wrong one loves you right
(Can't stop, can't fight)
(Can't resist it)
(When the wrong one loves you right)
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Hermione stopped suddenly on her journey back to her room. In a flash, her happy mood was gone. She quickly replayed the conversation with her friends.
((Oh no…I don’t think we were talking on the same parchment.))
She closed her eyes in frustration.
It didn’t take a fully-trained Auror to realize that they assumed she was upset over being partnered with Malfoy. She grimaced, knowing what they’d say if they had known her true thoughts. She could only imagine how they would react if they found that she, Hermione Granger, member of the Golden Trio, Hogwarts’ resident Bookworm, and the Gryffindor Princess…that she was harbouring lustful thoughts regarding Draco Malfoy. They’d probably scream in terror if she vocalized how she wanted to run her hands through that blond hair, over that Quidditch-toned body, across those smirking lips. She closed her eyes allowing the pleasurable daydream to consume her thoughts.
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When the wrong one loves you right
Oh yeah yeah
(Can't run, can't hide)
(Can't say no when the wrong one loves you right)
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“Really, Granger, standing in the middle of corridor…are you just begging to be pushed out of the way?” Draco asked. He stood behind her, so close but not quite touching.
Hermione’s eyes whipped open. Crap.
“Ummm…”
“Where is the usual Gryffindor eloquence, Princess?” He taunted.
Hermione whirled around, furious…at being caught…at being turned on…at being teased.
Oh boy, he was close. She had two choices…to look up or take a step back. Either would be admitting she found him too close, but she wasn’t yet willing to lose the proximity. The latter was more appealing than the former, so she gazed up. Again, those pale eyes seemed to drill through her defenses. She fought back a shiver.
Or so she thought.
“These corridors can get frightfully cold and damp at night.” Draco acknoweledge her shiver.
“Why did you call me Princess?” She asked.
“Aren’t you the Gryffindor Princess?” He countered.
“So if the titles given by students are true, aren’t you the Slytherin Sex God?” Hermione’s hands flew up to her flushed cheeks in shock.
Draco smirked.
“Care to find out, Princess?” A blond eyebrow arched up in invitation.
“A Princess has to guard her virtue.” Hermione replied sadly.
“What if I promised to leave your virtue intact?” Draco kept the pleading tone out of his voice. Merlin, but he wanted her, even if but a taste.
“A Slytherin promise?” It was Hermione’s turn to arch an eyebrow. “We all know the value of that.”
Draco held a hand up to his chest.
“You wound me, Princess!” He moaned.
Hermione bit back a smile.
Draco unclasped his hand and held it out to Hermione, palm up. A magical outline of a heart glowed in silver and gold on the palm.
“Kiss better, Princess?” He dared.
“Get away from her Malfoy!” Two voices shouted out as the patter of feet raced towards them.
Draco turned to see the Weasel and Pothead quickly approaching, their wands out. Behind them, approaching as quickly but in a much more relaxed manner, came Zambini. After all 3 Gryffindors against 1 Slytherin was distinctly unfair. Although, judging by the dazed look on Granger’s face, she actually might have stood up for Malfoy. He couldn’t take that chance though and placed a hand on the shoulders of the two male Gryffindors.
“Nothing’s going on here, fellows. I say we just part and go out separate ways.”
“Quite right.” Draco murmered. He turned back to Hermione and winked at her. “Come on, Zambini. I hear Crabbe and Goyle are actually going to attempt to do homework tonight. Should be worth a laugh.”
Hermione stared in silence as the two Slytherins walked away. She remained silent even as her two friends ranted and raved on the journey to their own common room.
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WHEN THE WRONG ONE LOVES YOU RIGHT
Lyrics : Celine Dion
Characters : JK Rowling
Disclaimer : I own nothing…not even my sanity!
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
Don’t care, what they think
How they feel, or what they say
You’re everything, I never knew
I always wanted, baby
I’ve been warned, so many times
They tell me I’ve ignored the signs
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
“You know, if you keep staring her, everyone is going to put two-and-two together…even though Hogwarts isn’t known for its mathematical leanings.” Blaise murmured to the boy beside him.
“Huh?” Was the monosyllabic response.
“Eloquent, as always, Malfoy.” Blaise quipped. “Let me put into a simple phrase for you…pull your head out of your a…”
“Got it.” Draco replied quietly. “How obvious was I?”
Blaise smirked.
“How do you lust after her…let me count the ways…”
“Paraphrasing that muggle Shakespeare? I must have been drooling.” Draco winced.
“No…not quite. But between the blatant insults, the incessant tormenting and the never-ending smirking…”
“All signs of a Slytherin in lust.” Draco sighed. “But look at that hair, those eyes, that smile…she’s perfect.”
“You’re not in the same class, my friend.” Blaise argued.
“No matter, I want her. I will have her.” Draco said determinedly.
“And what Malfoys want….” Blaise started.
“Malfoys get.” Draco confirmed.
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But nobody knows you like I do
The only one for me is you
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
She could feel the pale eyes staring at her…through her, actually. It was rather disconcerting. She could handle nasty Filch, the dopey Trelawney and even that severe stick-in-the-mud Snape, but when that set of clear orbs gazed upon her, all of her defenses seemed to crumble.
In a strange way, it was comforting. To her friends, she had to constantly explain herself, what she was thinking, what she was doing, where she was going…but he always seemed to understanding what was going on inside of her. Disconcertingly comforting.
((Great, I’m a walking oxy-moron.))
Sighing in frustration, she returned reading the Daily Prophet dropped off moments ago by an owl.
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
I can’t stop, can’t fight, can’t resist it
When the wrong one loves you right
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-yeah)
I can’t run – I can’t hide – I can’t say no
When the wrong one loves you right
(Oh-oh-oh-yeah)
When the wrong one loves you right
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
“I think she likes me.” Draco whispered conspiratorially, as they entered the not-quite-dark classroom.
Blaise rolled his eyes.
“Who?” Goyle asked, his mouth full of the last cupcake he had grabbed before the group wandered down to the dungeons for Potions.
Draco frowned in disgust.
“Have you no manners? No class? However the Sorting Hat deemed you worthy of Slytherin is beyond me!”
Goyle swallowed the half-chewed cupcake and scampered over to join Crabbe. Their potion might blow up but even that was safer than facing Draco in a foul mood.
“So, why do you say that?” Blaise asked when they had settled into their desk.
“She can’t stop looking at me.”
“Probably trying to figure out why you can’t stop looking at her.”
“She’s like an addictive potion, Zambini.” Draco admitted. “She just has to walk into the room and I’m…”
Blaise frowned at Draco’s incomplete sentence. He looked up and saw the reason why. Sure enough, the Gryffindors had arrived.
He bit back a smile as the object of Draco’s affection made a pointed effort to keep her robes from touching Malfoy’s as she passed.
“Oh yeah, she wants you.” He smirked.
“She’s fighting her feelings.” Draco whispered knowingly.
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Getting tired, of hearing that
You’re dangerous, but they won’t stop
Until I leave, they won’t believe
That being with you won’t break my heart
So worried ‘bout, the road ahead
They can’t see that, you’re my best friend
They never gonna take me away from you
There’s nothing they can do
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
The class was now more concerned with finishing their Potions than over the initial chaos caused by Professor Snape. Why did that man enjoying tormenting his students so much? Their initial self-partnering attempts were immediately thrown into the fire when the black-haired professor entered the room. He made quick work of re-arranging them and much to their dismay.
Their time was essentially up, but Snape watched the reactions of the students carefully. Smugly, he noticed that Parkinson and Weasley had given up. Not surprising considering they had stopped talking to each other within ten minutes of being paired up. Disappointingly, he observed that Zambini and Potter had failed to create the necessary Daught of Deception. He didn’t even need to sample it…the blue colour was the obvious sign. The draught was supposed to be red. Unfortunately, the Slytherin student couldn’t rescue their failed attempt.
Quietly, he watched Malfoy and Granger. Wordlessly, they worked together as a team. They didn’t talk but moved around their work station as if dancing at the Yule Ball. Gracefully, complimentary…it was scary in Snape’s opinion. But who was he to argue to with young talent, which these two appeared to have in abundance when it came to Potions.
Hermione chopped up the tubers into tiny, even slices. Ever so gently, she brushed them into the cauldron as Draco stirred. She wasn’t sure which gave off more heat…their tiny fire or the blond beside her.
Internally, she mused over the time spent with the Slytherin over the past few hours. She could smell him, feel him and they weren’t even touching. Knowing that her friends would kick her…or rather Malfoy…if she ever said those thoughts aloud, she held them close to herself. They’d remind her of his tormenting behaviour. They’d argue about his cheating nature and duplicitous demeanour. They’d point out the fact that he got punched by a girl and didn’t fight back. Hermione grinned. She could always say that she was merely initiating Slytherin foreplay in that last example.
Of course, she wondered what Malfoy’s reaction would be if she just whispered her musing only to him. She grimaced at what she imagined his reaction would be. A Mudblood infatuated with a Pureblood. The ghosts would roll over in their portraits.
Still, though, it couldn’t hurt to fantasize…to imagine what it would feel like to spend some time alone with him. No Harry, Ron, Crabbe, Goyle, Zambini…no one. At least in her daydreams, they could be together.
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
I can’t stop, can’t fight, can’t resist it
When the wrong one loves you right
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-yeah)
I Can’t run – I can’t hide – I can’t say no
When the wrong one loves you right
(Oh-oh-oh-yeah)
When the wrong one loves you right
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
“Acceptable.” Snape uttered, staring down at their red potion. “20 points to Slytherin and 10 to Gryffindor for making the correct potion.”
“Why are they given more?” Ron protested.
“10 points from Gryffindor for questioning me.” Snape replied, unflustered.
Ron glared.
Draco smirked.
“You don’t appear upset, Granger.” Draco said quietly as they cleaned up their workstation.
Hermione shrugged.
“Why should I be? The potion passed and we have a much cleaner workstation than the others who had potions blow up.” Hermione actually grinned. “I supposed I was partnered up with someone half-decent.”
“I am not half-decent!” Draco protested, biting back his own grin.
“Oh, then you must be positively indecent.” Hermione teased. Merlin, what was wrong with her?
Draco leaned over and placed his hand over Hermione’s as she cleaned a small paring knife.
“You have no idea how indecent, Granger.” His whisper sent shivers down her spine.
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
How can I walk away
When the feeling’s so strong
I know you’re where I belong
They say I let my heart
Make up my mind
That’s why I’ll never say goodbye
I'll never say goodbye
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
Draco walked out of Potions with his Slytherin housemates, wondering what had come over him.
“You touched her!” Blaise whispered harshly. “What were you thinking?”
“She called me indecent.” Draco replied dreamily.
“Oh, for the love of Merlin! Have Pansy pop a Polyjuice potion and get this out of your system!” He stomped off ahead.
Crabbe and Goyle looked back at Draco and made the co-decision to catch up to Zambini. The faraway look on Malfoy’s face scared them more than Filtch catching them raiding the kitchen.
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
(Can't stop, can't fight)
(Can't resist it)
(When the wrong one loves you right)
When the wrong one loves you right
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
Hermione watched the break-up within the Slytherin ranks from further back the corridor. She wondered what had put the look of fear on the Gruesome Twosomes’ faces. The flickering light in the corridor reflected off of the pale blond strands of hair in front of her and idly she wondered if it was as soft as it looked. She liked it much better au naturel. When Draco slicked his locks back, Hermione was reminded of the little boy off of the Addam’s Family show…just blonder.
She giggled nervously.
Ron and Harry stared at her in confusion.
Oh man, she had it bad.
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
(Can't run)
Can't hide
(Can't hide)
(Can't say no when the wrong one loves you right)
Can't say no when the wrong one loves you right
Loves you right
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
Draco sat at the Slytherin table, his supper untouched. He kept rubbing the pads of his finger tips in his palms.
“Now what’s wrong?” Blaise asked in a tired voice. “Checking to see if the old wives’ tale is true about hairy palms?”
“No.” Draco frowned. “My fingers itch.”
Blaise grabbed one of Malfoy’s hands and stared at it.
“I don’t see anything wrong.” He said simply.
“I think they itch to touch her.” Draco reasoned.
Blaise dropped the hand like it was cursed. He swore.
“I can’t help it.” Draco whispered. “I want to touch her, her hair, her face…”
“I’m going to be ill.” Blaise moaned.
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
(Can't stop, can't fight)
(Can't resist it)
(When the wrong one loves you right)
When the wrong one loves you right
(Oh oh oh oh... yeah)
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
“Zambini looks positively green.” Ron remarked. “Wonder if he ate something that disagreed with him.”
“You care?” Harry retorted, not bothering to turn back.
“Huh? Why do you say that?” Hermione bolted upright and snapped out of her daydream.
Harry frowned at his friend.
“Hermione? What’s wrong?” He asked.
“Yeah, you’ve been all dozy today.” Ron commented.
“Especially since Potions.” Harry remarked. “It’s understandable…”
“It is?” Hermione blinked. “You mean you know? You’re okay with this?”
“We’re your friends, ‘Mione. Of course we understand. We just want you to be happy.” Harry smiled.
Hermione placed a hand over the hands of her two friends.
“Oh, I’m happy that you’re okay with this!” She chirped. “It means so much to me!”
Grinning, Hermione stood up and practically danced out of the Great Hall.
Ron frowned.
“What was that all about?” The red-haired boy asked.
Harry shrugged.
“I thought I knew.” He stared at the doors that Hermione had just walked through.
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
When the wrong one.. loves you right
(Can't run, can't hide)
(Can't say no when the wrong one loves you right)
When the wrong one loves you right
(Oh oh oh oh... yeah)
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“I’m going after her.” Draco made to stand up.
Blaise pulled him back down.
“Are you nuts?” He glared. “She just left. If you leave now, every one will know.”
“Quite right. I’ll give her a few minutes of a head start. I just don’t want to lose her.”
“I take it then that you’re not going to take my advice about Pansy and the polyjuice?” Blaise rubbed his temples.
“I’ll know it’s Pansy just by the smell. She’ll look like Granger but will smell like Parkinson.” Draco argued.
“Merlin, you’re quite the romantic. Tell me, when you're with Pansy, do you call out her last name when you climax?” Blaise inquired.
It was Draco’s turn to glare.
Blaise grinned knowingly.
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When the wrong one loves you right
(Can't stop, can't fight)
(Can't resist it)
(When the wrong one loves you right)
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Hermione stopped suddenly on her journey back to her room. In a flash, her happy mood was gone. She quickly replayed the conversation with her friends.
((Oh no…I don’t think we were talking on the same parchment.))
She closed her eyes in frustration.
It didn’t take a fully-trained Auror to realize that they assumed she was upset over being partnered with Malfoy. She grimaced, knowing what they’d say if they had known her true thoughts. She could only imagine how they would react if they found that she, Hermione Granger, member of the Golden Trio, Hogwarts’ resident Bookworm, and the Gryffindor Princess…that she was harbouring lustful thoughts regarding Draco Malfoy. They’d probably scream in terror if she vocalized how she wanted to run her hands through that blond hair, over that Quidditch-toned body, across those smirking lips. She closed her eyes allowing the pleasurable daydream to consume her thoughts.
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
When the wrong one loves you right
Oh yeah yeah
(Can't run, can't hide)
(Can't say no when the wrong one loves you right)
*** DM+HG *** HG+DM ***
“Really, Granger, standing in the middle of corridor…are you just begging to be pushed out of the way?” Draco asked. He stood behind her, so close but not quite touching.
Hermione’s eyes whipped open. Crap.
“Ummm…”
“Where is the usual Gryffindor eloquence, Princess?” He taunted.
Hermione whirled around, furious…at being caught…at being turned on…at being teased.
Oh boy, he was close. She had two choices…to look up or take a step back. Either would be admitting she found him too close, but she wasn’t yet willing to lose the proximity. The latter was more appealing than the former, so she gazed up. Again, those pale eyes seemed to drill through her defenses. She fought back a shiver.
Or so she thought.
“These corridors can get frightfully cold and damp at night.” Draco acknoweledge her shiver.
“Why did you call me Princess?” She asked.
“Aren’t you the Gryffindor Princess?” He countered.
“So if the titles given by students are true, aren’t you the Slytherin Sex God?” Hermione’s hands flew up to her flushed cheeks in shock.
Draco smirked.
“Care to find out, Princess?” A blond eyebrow arched up in invitation.
“A Princess has to guard her virtue.” Hermione replied sadly.
“What if I promised to leave your virtue intact?” Draco kept the pleading tone out of his voice. Merlin, but he wanted her, even if but a taste.
“A Slytherin promise?” It was Hermione’s turn to arch an eyebrow. “We all know the value of that.”
Draco held a hand up to his chest.
“You wound me, Princess!” He moaned.
Hermione bit back a smile.
Draco unclasped his hand and held it out to Hermione, palm up. A magical outline of a heart glowed in silver and gold on the palm.
“Kiss better, Princess?” He dared.
“Get away from her Malfoy!” Two voices shouted out as the patter of feet raced towards them.
Draco turned to see the Weasel and Pothead quickly approaching, their wands out. Behind them, approaching as quickly but in a much more relaxed manner, came Zambini. After all 3 Gryffindors against 1 Slytherin was distinctly unfair. Although, judging by the dazed look on Granger’s face, she actually might have stood up for Malfoy. He couldn’t take that chance though and placed a hand on the shoulders of the two male Gryffindors.
“Nothing’s going on here, fellows. I say we just part and go out separate ways.”
“Quite right.” Draco murmered. He turned back to Hermione and winked at her. “Come on, Zambini. I hear Crabbe and Goyle are actually going to attempt to do homework tonight. Should be worth a laugh.”
Hermione stared in silence as the two Slytherins walked away. She remained silent even as her two friends ranted and raved on the journey to their own common room.