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Finding True Happiness	By : CeliaEquus Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 19445 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I have no claim on the Harry Potter franchise, and am making no money from any of my fan fiction.

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“Closer”

“What is it you wish?” Peeves asked. Hermione tilted her head.

“Your speech… it changes,” she said, off the subject. “Depending on what you’re saying, it changes from formal to informal, and then back again. And your handwriting is exquisite, yet you do such other things with your hands that…” She blushed; he grinned.

“Which do you prefer?”

“The true you,” she said. “Whatever your name is… and surely you can tell me now?”

“Not yet.”

“You keep saying that!” She stamped her foot. “When?”

“It was going to be… that is…” He shuffled where he was in the air, still invisible. “I wanted to be with you, and I was going to reveal myself when…”

Annoyed with himself, he floated over to the potions table on the other side of the room from the fireplace. He gazed down at the tools he had used to make the Morning After Potion. He had kept extra aside at the time, for when he made love to Hermione. He couldn’t do that anymore.

“When you what?”

He turned around. She hadn’t noticed that he had moved. He moved back to her side, took her hand, and gently led her to the bed so that he could sit beside her.

“My feelings for you grow stronger everyday,” he said softly. “I never thought it possible, that I could ever care about someone, let alone this fiercely.” He pulled her into his arms, fitting together in a perfect embrace. He buried his nose in her hair. “It overwhelms me. But it can’t continue.”

“I want it to,” she whispered. He looked down to see wetness on her cheeks. “Ever since Ginny, I’ve been thinking about us. I don’t want something like that. I want to lose my virginity on my own terms, in my right mind… and with you.”

Peeves could almost feel a heartbeat where his chest was supposed to be. He had pictured Hermione saying these words, but never like this.

“What?” he said.

“It’s yours to take, by rights,” she said. “You awakened something in me that no one else ever had. No one’s ever even tried.”

“That’s because I’m a contemptible creature.”

“You’re not!” she said, pulling out of his embrace. “You’re the man I…”

He waited, but she had stopped speaking. Instead she reached out until her hands made contact with his body. Ever since she’d told him what her ideal man looked like, he had practised looking like that person while remaining invisible. It was a hard habit to break, but necessary when he had to be the poltergeist, and not this… this persona that he had created for his own selfish means.

Now her palms were sliding up his chest, over his shoulders and up the sides of his head. Her thumbs sought out his lips and he gasped. With one hand at the back of his head, she pulled him down into a kiss.

Peeves let her lead for a bit, but eventually took over as things became heated. It seemed like no time passed before they were lying down on the bed, his body half over hers and his hands caressing the skin of her stomach. One ventured further, brushing the cup of her bra. The other moved around to support her lower back. He pulled her flush against his body, shifting so that he was straddling her thighs.

Hermione returned his ferocious kisses as though they were oxygen. At some point he had fastened her hands above her head with invisible bonds, so she had to use the rest of her body to drive him crazy. And it was working.

As soon as his lips met the freckle behind her left ear she spoke.

“I love you,” she said.

He had never moved so fast in his life. He was off the bed and at the other side of the room in less than two seconds.

“You shouldn’t have told me that,” he said. “But thank you.” He released the bonds.

“Why?” she asked, beetroot-red as she sat up, massaging her wrists.

“These are not the right circumstances,” he said. “And I must think.”

“You started this,” she said as she straightened her clothes. She stood up. “Please don’t finish it. Not now.”

“Hermione.” He returned to her and cupped her chin. “I couldn’t say ‘no’ to you now. Just wait.”

“So… will we…?”

“We will,” he said, nodding. “We will. Very soon.”

“Mudblood Alert,” Malfoy said, sneering at Hermione as she passed. She rolled her eyes.

“You never learn, do you?” she said. “All these bad things happen, and you never think that maybe it’s karma, that some higher power is giving you a sign?”

“No,” he said. They had stopped in the otherwise-empty corridor and were now facing off. “It was just some stupid poltergeist and another joker who thinks they’re the next Weaselby twin.”

“Don’t say that!” she snapped, eyes glinting as she glared at him.

“What, don’t tell me you know who it is?” he said jokingly. But when she didn’t answer immediately he grew suspicious, all humour leaving him. “You do know, don’t you? Granger, don’t tell me it’s you.”

“Of course not,” she said. “I wouldn’t waste my time.”

“What, not even for your blood traitor friend? The slut’s not worth it,” he said. Hermione yanked her wand out at the ready, and Malfoy drew his less than a heartbeat after.

“On the contrary,” she said. “Ginny is very worth it. You’re just not worthy of my magic. You’re not worthy of any magic!”

He smirked, trying to regain control of the situation. “You’re just jealous because I haven’t given you any of,” he stepped towards her, “‘that’ kind of attention. No wonder. Why should I sully myself with a Mudblood?” His gaze trailed down her body. “However, I’m more than willing to make an exception, just to teach you your place.” He kept moving forward, and Hermione’s eyes widened.

“Get away from me!”

Malfoy never even knew what hit him. One moment he was advancing on the bushy-haired bookworm, the next he was hurtling through the window, across the grounds and into the domain of the Giant Squid.

Hermione dashed to the window, staring at the ripples in the water where Malfoy was flailing about. She heard laughter behind her and turned around swiftly. She was surprised to see Peeves hovering in the air, dangling upside down.

“Thank you, Peeves,” she said, feeling almost shy. He grinned.

“A pleasure to please the Head Girl,” he said, and then he began to sing.

“Poor Drakey, poor Drakey,

“Oh, what shall we do?

“He’s gone in the lake-y,

“So let’s cry woo-hoo!”

He showered her with red and gold sparks as he twirled, causing Hermione to laugh. She even dropped her schoolbag to clutch her stomach, doubled over. Tears of mirth (and maybe even relief?) ran down her face, even more so when she heard Malfoy’s amplified voice.

“SOMEONE GET ME OUT OF THE LAKE!” he shouted. Peeves snapped his fingers.

“Should have taken `is wand, too,” he said. He did a somersault before bowing to Hermione. “So sorry you got caught up in this private war, Miss Granger.”

Then he tipped his hat, saluted, and disappeared through the wall, repeating his rhyme.

“SOMEONE GET ME OUT OF THIS BLOODY LAKE!” Malfoy bellowed. Hermione hummed the poltergeist’s song as she skipped through the school.

She was still singing it at dinner.

“So you really had nothing to do with it?” Ron asked for the umpteenth time.

“Nope,” Hermione said, now tapping out a rhythm on the surrounding bowls and plates with her knife and fork. “I’m not that powerful. I only have book smarts, remember? My power is limited to accurate application of acquired knowledge. Harry, for example, has true power. My wand is my instrument; his is a channel. Do you see what I mean?”

“No,” they chorused, shaking their heads. Hermione sighed, chuckling.

“Never mind,” she said. “It was just so gentlemanly of Peeves to defend me like that, though I think he just has a vendetta against Malfoy.”

“Or Peeves fancies Hermione,” Seamus muttered to Dean, but Hermione didn’t hear it. She was singing again, her percussive accompaniment getting more complicated. Soon other students were listening and even watching. Finally she ended by dropping her cutlery behind the bench and looking from side-to-side like the Swedish Chef on The Muppet Show. Harry got it immediately and began to laugh.

“You’re in a good mood,” he said. “Maybe you should hang out with more poltergeists. It’s great to see you loosening up.”

“Well, Christmas is almost a month away,” she said. “Malfoy’s lucky that the lake wasn’t frozen over.”

“He’s still in the hospital wing, though,” Luna said.

“Couldn’t happen to a nicer person,” Ginny said. She was sitting with them once again, her experience having cleared her head somewhat. Something like that. Whatever it was, she was back with her friends again, even though things weren’t quite right yet.

It was only a matter of time.

If it seems that Hermione is being extraordinarily slow about her secret admirer’s identity, please remember that it would never occur to her that a poltergeist could woo her into submission. I mean, would any of you believe it?

But that’s the beauty of OOC-ness in fan fiction. Right? Of course right.

Whether you think that Malfoy was still being shocked by Peeves’ spell while he was trying to seduce Hermione (if you can even call that seduction), or if you think the opposite, it matters not. If he really wasn’t feeling anything like that, it would be because the spell only affects him when he wants pleasure out of what he’s doing. This means that, should he need to produce an heir, he can still do so, but only out of obligation. I guess you could say that he’ll never experience pleasure again, unless it’s forced out of him, and even then it would still hurt.

Ooh, I’m wicked. I should have been a vengeance demon.

(Yay for Buffy and Muppet Show references!)
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