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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
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Adult +
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Wicked Game
Wicked Game By Chris Isaack
Circa 1989
The world was on fire and no one could save me but you.
It's strange what desire will make foolish people do.
I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you.
And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you
Malfoys are never the hero, never the good guys. We do what ever it takes to get what we want, no matter the cost. I just wanted to be free. Malfoys are a selfish, self-serving, underhanded lot and I am no different. But ever since that terrible night when I could not do what was required and Dumbledore died I have tried to right my wrongs. Not all of them, there is no way to do that, but the ones that matter. The ones that will mean mine and my family’s freedom.
She came to me in the heat of battle, her honey hair fanning out behind her, gracefully throwing hexes with deadly accuracy. The brightest witch of our age, fearless and clever, and she saved my worthless life. From the moment we first met I disliked her. Her stupid bushy hair, that incessant need to know everything, her devotion to Potty and the Weasel, her status as Muggle born; all reasons to hate her very existence. I took pleasure from causing her pain, torturing her every chance I got. I wanted her to suffer. And just when I thought I was done for, there she was, saving my life. Stupid really to put herself in that kind of danger, but I guess that’s just the kind of person she is. Always ready to sacrifice herself for someone else. Even me.
The castle was in shambles. The only place I was ever free from my father’s judgment, my mother’s endless preening, the only place I was ever able to get away, when I was not trying to uphold the Prince of Slytherin image and it was gone. Bellatrix Lestrange, my own mother’s sister, looked at me with her mad eyes and snarled. Evil had come to Hogwarts and I was about to be done in by my crazed aunt that smelt vaguely like old urine. “Avada” With a rough scream she raised her wand to me. And then she was there; hexing Bellatrix so hard she slammed into the stone wall opposite with a loud crunch. She turned to me, a feral gleam in her whiskey colored eyes, and a smirk to rival my own on her pillowy soft lips.
No, I don't want to fall in love (This world is only gonna break your heart)
No, I don't want to fall in love (This world is only gonna break your heart)
With you (This world is only gonna break your heart)
That look was burned into my brain, haunting me for many nights to come. The old nightmares were gone, the Dark Lord was gone and I was finally free. But night after night I thought about those lips, and how they would feel pressed against my own, along my neck, wrapped around my cock. How her hair would look fanned out against my pillow, shining in the early morning light.
Leopards don’t change their spots, especially overnight and I am no different. I still loved to provoke her every chance I got. I couldn’t let her see what she was doing to me. I couldn’t love her. Didn't she understand what loving someone could do to you? Love was dangerous. The Dark Lord used love as a weapon; something to hold against you, to torture you. It killed my mother and almost killed me. Love was a mistake that can get you and others killed. It's better not to love. Yet she insisted on caring for me. Tending to my cuts and bruises from battles and bar brawls. The name Malfoy can be counted on to provoke some heated responses. She insisted on making sure I ate, making sure I got home alright, making me spend time with people instead of burying my self in a bottle, as I so wanted to do so many nights. She insisted on being my friend, whether I wanted it or not.
What a wicked game to play, to make me feel this way.
What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you.
What a wicked thing to say, you never felt this way.
What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you and,
Night after night we fought. Staying up arguing and debating until the wee hours of the morning, our voices hoarse with insults and snide remarks. Then I would stumble home or sleep on the soft bed she would make up for me in the house she and Potter shared, and the dreams would return. Her soft touches scorching my skin, burning me alive. One night, after an Order meeting in the kitchen, we stuck around for a drink with a few of the other members of the order. Soon they all went home, leaving us alone and unusually quite. I was swirling the remains of my firewhiskey in my glass. We had only had a few drinks, and she seemed perfectly fine, but I could smell it on her breath, mingling with the scent of vanilla and something spicy. Sitting next to me at the table, she gave a soft sigh.
“I dream about you, you know.”
Every muscle in my body tightened. I couldn’t think or even breath for a moment. It was as if she caught me with a Stunning spell. Eventually I breathed “Oh?” as a reply.
“Almost every night. I don’t know what it is we have, but it is something I’ve never had to deal with before. You are an arrogant, egocentric, spoiled prat that I wouldn’t mind hexing on more than one occasion. But never the less…”she let her voice trail off as she leaned in closer. I still couldn’t move, my heart thumping in my ears. I felt her warm breath and then the slightest pressure as she placed her lips to my cheek. And then she was gone, out the door and up the stairs to her room. It wasn’t until I heard her bedroom door shut with a soft click that I regained my senses.
I want to fall in love (This world is only gonna break your heart)
No, I want to fall in love (This world is only gonna break your heart)
With you.
I was out of my seat and walking through the door without knowing what I was doing. I bounded up the stairs and went straight to her door. I opened it with out knocking and closed it behind me as I entered her room. She was getting ready for bed, already having removed her shoes and the ghastly sweater she was wearing, leaving only the tiny camisole she wore underneath. I didn’t wait for permission, I merely walked straight to where she was sitting on the edge of her bed, gathered her up in my arms and crashed my lips to her with great force. I fisted my hands in her silky honey curls and kept my eyes locked onto hers until they fluttered shut and her lips parted to allow my tongue access. I pushed her backward onto her bed, still probing her mouth, tasting her sweetness. My hands were all over her body, roaming the length of her soft arms, the planes of her stomach, kneading the soft globes of her breasts. She helped as I tugged at the hem of her top, pulling it over her head and then throwing it to the floor. She removed my shirt and tossed along side her own. The feel of her warm, soft skin pressed against mine was intoxicating.
My fervor doubled and I began kissing along her creamy flesh, trying to take all of her in. I unbuttoned and yanked her jeans off as fast as possible, then began tugging the tiny pair of lacy pink knickers down her soft thighs. She arched her back to assist and I took the opportunity to kiss the mound of her right breast through her bra, earning me a soft groan. She began to tug on my belt buckle, placing one soft hand inside my trousers. She gasped when she realized I wore no underwear and I chuckled to myself, buried deep inside her cleavage.
The feel of her hand clasped tight around my hard cock was driving me crazy. I shoved her back unto the mattress and shoved my pants down and kicked free of them. I needed to feel the hot wetness of her pussy around my cock before I went insane. I made to grab her leg, to lift and give myself access to her dripping center, when she grabbed me and pulled me down, flipping me on my back in the process. She placed her thighs on either side of me, straddling my aching erection and slowly lowered herself onto me. I think I hissed aloud, the feel of her too good to have imagined it on my own.
The world was on fire and no one could save me but you.
It's strange what desire will make foolish people do.
I never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you.
And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you,
That night, buried deep inside her, I remember thinking that this is the reason I am alive, that this saucy hellcat was my reason for being. Seeing her come undone around me, watching her body quiver as her orgasm took her, was one of he best experiences of my life. I couldn’t get enough of her. Night after night I made me excuses to the others on why I wasn’t headed for home. Merlin knows I had enough of them. Instead she and I would fight and fuck and love until the sun came up. No one dare ask why it was I couldn’t stop smiling. My work suffered, but I just couldn’t take that shit-eating grin off my face to save my life. Picturing her tits bouncing up and down when she was on top of me, her tongue running the length of my rock hard cock, my tongue buried between her sweet folds - no longer my imagination, but memories. That wicked witch was all I could think about.
I wondered when it was exactly my feeling toward her changed. Was it that day she saved me? I had it been there all along, just waiting? When exactly had I started falling for Hermoine Granger?
No, I want to fall in love (This world is only gonna break your heart)
No, I want to fall in love (This world is only gonna break your heart)
With you (This world is only gonna break your heart)
No, I... (This world is only gonna break your heart)
(This world is only gonna break your heart)
“Listen Hermoine, we need to talk.” I saw her straighten in her chair at the kitchen table. I could see her eyes steel over and I tried to reach for her hand but she just tugged it back. This was not exactly what I was expecting. I thought she knew that was coming. I had been dancing around it for weeks, I just couldn’t say it out right. I finally got the nerve up after everyone had gone from breakfast and the house was quiet. The idea of a Malfoy being terrified of the petite bookworm was almost laughable – almost.
“Just get it over with Malfoy.” She said harshly. I was confused and I thought she would tell if she would just look at my face. But instead she starred off with unseeing eyes.
“I have things that I have to do today and I don’t need you wasting my time on long speeches so let’s be done with it.”
I jumped backward as if she hit me. Somewhere in my chest was this horrible pain.
“Oh. Right then. Didn’t mean to keep you from your busy schedule. No doubt you have many more important people to see to. The weasel need you to hold his hand again?” I snarled. The old insults came back so easily. Better then to admit I felt as if she punched me in the gut. She stood up from her chair so quickly it was knocked backwards to the floor with a loud clattering.
“Fuck you Malfoy. I hope I never have to see you again.” Her eyes shone with unspilled tears, and once more her words had me stunned into immobility.
Nobody loves no one
It wasn’t until I heard her go through the kitchen door that I was able to move. I raced after her and caught her by the arm, spinning her to face me. I could see the wet trails her salt tears left down her face. I looked deep into her gorgeous whiskey eyes and could tell she was trying to hold back, to keep from crying in front of me, but her hurt was plain.
“Hermoine,” I pleaded softly
“Let me go you selfish bastard!” she howled and stomped on my foot. I yelled in pain but did not loosen my grasp on her arm.
“If you would just keep your know-it-all mouth shut for two seconds you would know that I am not trying to break up with you!” I shouted at her. She stopped her struggling at looked at me. Confusion was written on her features but she said nothing. The hand gripping her arm was now caressing her soft skin.
“I was trying, my impertinent wicked witch, to ask you to move in with me. I have more money than I know what to do with and yet we stay in this hovel. I am buying a house and intend for you to live there with me. After the wedding of course.” Her eyes were wide with shock.
“Whose wedding?” she asked.
“Why ours of course. I was thinking late summer, we could,” but my words were cut short as she threw her arms around me and kissed me hard, almost knocking me backwards.
The front door opened and Potter and half the Weasley clan stomped through the door, making a great amount of noise before seeing us. We froze, wrapped around each other, Hermoine’s face soaked with tears. Every one of them seemed to be stuck between wanting to turn around and head back out the door and wanting to come to her defense and pull me off of her. She looked up at me with an evil smirk on her luscious lips.
“Do you want to tell them or should I?”
Wicked Game
The world was on fire and no one could save me but you.
It's strange what desire will make foolish people do.
I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you.
And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you.
No, I don't want to fall in love (This world is only gonna break your heart)
No, I don't want to fall in love (This world is only gonna break your heart)
With you (This world is only gonna break your heart)
What a wicked game to play, to make me feel this way.
What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you.
What a wicked thing to say, you never felt this way.
What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you and,
I want to fall in love (This world is only gonna break your heart)
No, I want to fall in love (This world is only gonna break your heart)
With you.
The world was on fire and no one could save me but you.
It's strange what desire will make foolish people do.
I never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you.
And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you,
No, I want to fall in love (This world is only gonna break your heart)
No, I want to fall in love (This world is only gonna break your heart)
With you (This world is only gonna break your heart)
No, I... (This world is only gonna break your heart)
(This world is only gonna break your heart)
Nobody loves no one
Authors Note:
I chose to forget that whole "lose" part of the songs. I just couldn't make myself do it. Forgiveness please, for choosing a happy ending.
Circa 1989
The world was on fire and no one could save me but you.
It's strange what desire will make foolish people do.
I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you.
And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you
Malfoys are never the hero, never the good guys. We do what ever it takes to get what we want, no matter the cost. I just wanted to be free. Malfoys are a selfish, self-serving, underhanded lot and I am no different. But ever since that terrible night when I could not do what was required and Dumbledore died I have tried to right my wrongs. Not all of them, there is no way to do that, but the ones that matter. The ones that will mean mine and my family’s freedom.
She came to me in the heat of battle, her honey hair fanning out behind her, gracefully throwing hexes with deadly accuracy. The brightest witch of our age, fearless and clever, and she saved my worthless life. From the moment we first met I disliked her. Her stupid bushy hair, that incessant need to know everything, her devotion to Potty and the Weasel, her status as Muggle born; all reasons to hate her very existence. I took pleasure from causing her pain, torturing her every chance I got. I wanted her to suffer. And just when I thought I was done for, there she was, saving my life. Stupid really to put herself in that kind of danger, but I guess that’s just the kind of person she is. Always ready to sacrifice herself for someone else. Even me.
The castle was in shambles. The only place I was ever free from my father’s judgment, my mother’s endless preening, the only place I was ever able to get away, when I was not trying to uphold the Prince of Slytherin image and it was gone. Bellatrix Lestrange, my own mother’s sister, looked at me with her mad eyes and snarled. Evil had come to Hogwarts and I was about to be done in by my crazed aunt that smelt vaguely like old urine. “Avada” With a rough scream she raised her wand to me. And then she was there; hexing Bellatrix so hard she slammed into the stone wall opposite with a loud crunch. She turned to me, a feral gleam in her whiskey colored eyes, and a smirk to rival my own on her pillowy soft lips.
No, I don't want to fall in love (This world is only gonna break your heart)
No, I don't want to fall in love (This world is only gonna break your heart)
With you (This world is only gonna break your heart)
That look was burned into my brain, haunting me for many nights to come. The old nightmares were gone, the Dark Lord was gone and I was finally free. But night after night I thought about those lips, and how they would feel pressed against my own, along my neck, wrapped around my cock. How her hair would look fanned out against my pillow, shining in the early morning light.
Leopards don’t change their spots, especially overnight and I am no different. I still loved to provoke her every chance I got. I couldn’t let her see what she was doing to me. I couldn’t love her. Didn't she understand what loving someone could do to you? Love was dangerous. The Dark Lord used love as a weapon; something to hold against you, to torture you. It killed my mother and almost killed me. Love was a mistake that can get you and others killed. It's better not to love. Yet she insisted on caring for me. Tending to my cuts and bruises from battles and bar brawls. The name Malfoy can be counted on to provoke some heated responses. She insisted on making sure I ate, making sure I got home alright, making me spend time with people instead of burying my self in a bottle, as I so wanted to do so many nights. She insisted on being my friend, whether I wanted it or not.
What a wicked game to play, to make me feel this way.
What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you.
What a wicked thing to say, you never felt this way.
What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you and,
Night after night we fought. Staying up arguing and debating until the wee hours of the morning, our voices hoarse with insults and snide remarks. Then I would stumble home or sleep on the soft bed she would make up for me in the house she and Potter shared, and the dreams would return. Her soft touches scorching my skin, burning me alive. One night, after an Order meeting in the kitchen, we stuck around for a drink with a few of the other members of the order. Soon they all went home, leaving us alone and unusually quite. I was swirling the remains of my firewhiskey in my glass. We had only had a few drinks, and she seemed perfectly fine, but I could smell it on her breath, mingling with the scent of vanilla and something spicy. Sitting next to me at the table, she gave a soft sigh.
“I dream about you, you know.”
Every muscle in my body tightened. I couldn’t think or even breath for a moment. It was as if she caught me with a Stunning spell. Eventually I breathed “Oh?” as a reply.
“Almost every night. I don’t know what it is we have, but it is something I’ve never had to deal with before. You are an arrogant, egocentric, spoiled prat that I wouldn’t mind hexing on more than one occasion. But never the less…”she let her voice trail off as she leaned in closer. I still couldn’t move, my heart thumping in my ears. I felt her warm breath and then the slightest pressure as she placed her lips to my cheek. And then she was gone, out the door and up the stairs to her room. It wasn’t until I heard her bedroom door shut with a soft click that I regained my senses.
I want to fall in love (This world is only gonna break your heart)
No, I want to fall in love (This world is only gonna break your heart)
With you.
I was out of my seat and walking through the door without knowing what I was doing. I bounded up the stairs and went straight to her door. I opened it with out knocking and closed it behind me as I entered her room. She was getting ready for bed, already having removed her shoes and the ghastly sweater she was wearing, leaving only the tiny camisole she wore underneath. I didn’t wait for permission, I merely walked straight to where she was sitting on the edge of her bed, gathered her up in my arms and crashed my lips to her with great force. I fisted my hands in her silky honey curls and kept my eyes locked onto hers until they fluttered shut and her lips parted to allow my tongue access. I pushed her backward onto her bed, still probing her mouth, tasting her sweetness. My hands were all over her body, roaming the length of her soft arms, the planes of her stomach, kneading the soft globes of her breasts. She helped as I tugged at the hem of her top, pulling it over her head and then throwing it to the floor. She removed my shirt and tossed along side her own. The feel of her warm, soft skin pressed against mine was intoxicating.
My fervor doubled and I began kissing along her creamy flesh, trying to take all of her in. I unbuttoned and yanked her jeans off as fast as possible, then began tugging the tiny pair of lacy pink knickers down her soft thighs. She arched her back to assist and I took the opportunity to kiss the mound of her right breast through her bra, earning me a soft groan. She began to tug on my belt buckle, placing one soft hand inside my trousers. She gasped when she realized I wore no underwear and I chuckled to myself, buried deep inside her cleavage.
The feel of her hand clasped tight around my hard cock was driving me crazy. I shoved her back unto the mattress and shoved my pants down and kicked free of them. I needed to feel the hot wetness of her pussy around my cock before I went insane. I made to grab her leg, to lift and give myself access to her dripping center, when she grabbed me and pulled me down, flipping me on my back in the process. She placed her thighs on either side of me, straddling my aching erection and slowly lowered herself onto me. I think I hissed aloud, the feel of her too good to have imagined it on my own.
The world was on fire and no one could save me but you.
It's strange what desire will make foolish people do.
I never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you.
And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you,
That night, buried deep inside her, I remember thinking that this is the reason I am alive, that this saucy hellcat was my reason for being. Seeing her come undone around me, watching her body quiver as her orgasm took her, was one of he best experiences of my life. I couldn’t get enough of her. Night after night I made me excuses to the others on why I wasn’t headed for home. Merlin knows I had enough of them. Instead she and I would fight and fuck and love until the sun came up. No one dare ask why it was I couldn’t stop smiling. My work suffered, but I just couldn’t take that shit-eating grin off my face to save my life. Picturing her tits bouncing up and down when she was on top of me, her tongue running the length of my rock hard cock, my tongue buried between her sweet folds - no longer my imagination, but memories. That wicked witch was all I could think about.
I wondered when it was exactly my feeling toward her changed. Was it that day she saved me? I had it been there all along, just waiting? When exactly had I started falling for Hermoine Granger?
No, I want to fall in love (This world is only gonna break your heart)
No, I want to fall in love (This world is only gonna break your heart)
With you (This world is only gonna break your heart)
No, I... (This world is only gonna break your heart)
(This world is only gonna break your heart)
“Listen Hermoine, we need to talk.” I saw her straighten in her chair at the kitchen table. I could see her eyes steel over and I tried to reach for her hand but she just tugged it back. This was not exactly what I was expecting. I thought she knew that was coming. I had been dancing around it for weeks, I just couldn’t say it out right. I finally got the nerve up after everyone had gone from breakfast and the house was quiet. The idea of a Malfoy being terrified of the petite bookworm was almost laughable – almost.
“Just get it over with Malfoy.” She said harshly. I was confused and I thought she would tell if she would just look at my face. But instead she starred off with unseeing eyes.
“I have things that I have to do today and I don’t need you wasting my time on long speeches so let’s be done with it.”
I jumped backward as if she hit me. Somewhere in my chest was this horrible pain.
“Oh. Right then. Didn’t mean to keep you from your busy schedule. No doubt you have many more important people to see to. The weasel need you to hold his hand again?” I snarled. The old insults came back so easily. Better then to admit I felt as if she punched me in the gut. She stood up from her chair so quickly it was knocked backwards to the floor with a loud clattering.
“Fuck you Malfoy. I hope I never have to see you again.” Her eyes shone with unspilled tears, and once more her words had me stunned into immobility.
Nobody loves no one
It wasn’t until I heard her go through the kitchen door that I was able to move. I raced after her and caught her by the arm, spinning her to face me. I could see the wet trails her salt tears left down her face. I looked deep into her gorgeous whiskey eyes and could tell she was trying to hold back, to keep from crying in front of me, but her hurt was plain.
“Hermoine,” I pleaded softly
“Let me go you selfish bastard!” she howled and stomped on my foot. I yelled in pain but did not loosen my grasp on her arm.
“If you would just keep your know-it-all mouth shut for two seconds you would know that I am not trying to break up with you!” I shouted at her. She stopped her struggling at looked at me. Confusion was written on her features but she said nothing. The hand gripping her arm was now caressing her soft skin.
“I was trying, my impertinent wicked witch, to ask you to move in with me. I have more money than I know what to do with and yet we stay in this hovel. I am buying a house and intend for you to live there with me. After the wedding of course.” Her eyes were wide with shock.
“Whose wedding?” she asked.
“Why ours of course. I was thinking late summer, we could,” but my words were cut short as she threw her arms around me and kissed me hard, almost knocking me backwards.
The front door opened and Potter and half the Weasley clan stomped through the door, making a great amount of noise before seeing us. We froze, wrapped around each other, Hermoine’s face soaked with tears. Every one of them seemed to be stuck between wanting to turn around and head back out the door and wanting to come to her defense and pull me off of her. She looked up at me with an evil smirk on her luscious lips.
“Do you want to tell them or should I?”
Wicked Game
The world was on fire and no one could save me but you.
It's strange what desire will make foolish people do.
I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you.
And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you.
No, I don't want to fall in love (This world is only gonna break your heart)
No, I don't want to fall in love (This world is only gonna break your heart)
With you (This world is only gonna break your heart)
What a wicked game to play, to make me feel this way.
What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you.
What a wicked thing to say, you never felt this way.
What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you and,
I want to fall in love (This world is only gonna break your heart)
No, I want to fall in love (This world is only gonna break your heart)
With you.
The world was on fire and no one could save me but you.
It's strange what desire will make foolish people do.
I never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you.
And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you,
No, I want to fall in love (This world is only gonna break your heart)
No, I want to fall in love (This world is only gonna break your heart)
With you (This world is only gonna break your heart)
No, I... (This world is only gonna break your heart)
(This world is only gonna break your heart)
Nobody loves no one
Authors Note:
I chose to forget that whole "lose" part of the songs. I just couldn't make myself do it. Forgiveness please, for choosing a happy ending.