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Trials of Affliction and Light Sleeping	By : Padfoot Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 55806 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 2

�� Draco was thinking.

�� Thinking hard.

�� Who did he want to seduce?� With his powers, he could have anyone.

Anyone!

�� But strangely, no one came to mind.� He had let every single girl he could think of pass through his mind, but oddly, none of these seemed all that appealing all of the sudden.� There was missing a spark.

Strange.� The thought of sleeping with several girls who had struck his fancy in the past did not seem all that alluring anymore.�

�� Even when combined!

�� Had he received a beating to the head and had lost his mind?

Or had his subconscious mind already chosen a mate this early on and refused all others?

�� Draco really hoped this wasn�t the case, because that would royally suck!� Who knows whom he would end up shagging?� If it were all about the best candidate for child baring it would probably be the girl with the biggest hips and largest fat reserve.

�� Hell, if that were the case he would probably end up with Millicent Bulstrode.

�� Having that unpleasant thought flashing through his head, he decided it best to stop thinking and focus on his potions assignment.� Thankfully his lab partner, Blaise Zabini, had paid better attention than he had, so the chance of their potion being ruined was somewhat lessened.�

�� As Draco started cutting up some potatoes his eyes drifted towards the carrots Blaise was currently cutting into even pieces.

�� Well, not so much the carrots.

�� He couldn�t help but notice what nice hands Zabini had.� Long fingers, perfectly manicured nails and a tanned skin that paid homage to his Italian roots.� Draco let his gaze travel towards Zabini�s face, not really sure why.� Draco narrowed his eyes as he inspected his classmate�s facial features.� Even though they had been dorm mates for years, played Quidditch together in the Slytherin house team and even shared locker rooms he had never noticed what a nice looking chap Blaise was.

�� In a merely anthropological way of appreciation off course.

�� Draco was well aware that he himself was handsome.� He supposed that that was part of the reason why girls weren�t beating each other up to be the first to get into his bed, since being aware of your own handsomeness was not a good asset for some reason.� But there was just no use in questioning it.� The sky is blue, the water is wet and Draco Malfoy was gorgeous as hell.

So why pretend like it wasn�t true? That�s just silly.

Blaise Zabini on the other hand was the kind of person who didn�t seem to be aware of his good looks.� He was the quiet type, only speaking up when he had something to say.� This in contrast to Draco who basically would utter every thought that entered his mind.� He had never thought quietness to be much of an asset, but now looking at Zabini he reckoned it gave the person a rather mysterious allure.� He was quiet, tall, had dark hair, golden skin and Draco supposed that was why... why...

�� Why did Draco feel rather flush all of the sudden?

�� ...

�� Potatoes.

Yes, focus on cutting the potatoes!

*

�� Draco walked into the Quidditch locker room after a gruelling training session.� Off course, he was the Quidditch captain so he couldn�t really nag about it.� They were to compete against Gryffindor later that week and Draco was dead set on winning!� Once, just once, he wanted to snatch that snitch from under Potter�s baffled face and shove the snotty Gryffindork off his broom.� He was going to win, even if that meant he had to drag his team unto the Quidditch field to practise in the rain, as they had done that night.�

Draco grunted from the feel of his sore muscles as he removed the leather pads from his arms and took off his shirt.� He ached for a warm shower so much that he could taste it, so he quickly rid himself from the rest of his clothes and was the first one to retreat towards the showers.� He turned on the taps and grunted in relief as the warm water made contact with his shivering body.� He dipped his head under the stream and ran his hands through his hair that the rain had been plastering to his forehead.� It was at times like this that he remembered why he used to keep it short and slicked back so it was out of his way.� Vanity can be a bitch, but he still was not cutting off his hair, which had started to grow out quite nicely.

The other members of the team had started filing in the showers themselves, grunting and cursing from their own sores and bruises.� Draco had conveniently put a distraction charm on his tail.� It wasn�t much, but apparently it was enough.� As long as no one expected it to be there, no one would see it.� And honestly, who would look at Draco�s bum to try to find a sparkling white bunny tail?

Draco had kept his face towards the wall so the shower would hit him from the best angle, but he did notice to his dismay that Blaise Zabini had picked the shower next to him.� Draco hadn�t been able to make eye contact with him since that little incident in Potions.� Well, it wasn�t really an �incident� since Zabini had not been aware of anything.

But Draco sure had been!

What was that anyway?�

Fine, Draco did have enough common sense to know that he had been aroused by the bloke.

But why?

Draco wasn�t gay.� He had never fancied blokes.� He liked girls. They were soft and curvy and... well, girls.� Guys were... guys.� Not a very eloquent explanation, but that was what it was.

So why did Zabini make him feel tingly all over?

Draco had to face it; he had a bit of a physical attraction towards Zabini.� But that didn�t mean he was attracted to any other blokes.� It was probably one of the side effects of his hormones going berserk due to it being mating season.� Zabini was a handsome chap, so it was not all that crazy.� It didn�t mean he was Gay, Bi, or whatever.� He was just going to look the other way.

Literally.

He was quite relieved to see Adrian Pucey standing on his other side, who looked nothing like Blaise Zabini.� He was only medium height, had dirty blond hair and a rather round face.�

Not Draco�s type.

Apparently, since he didn�t even know he had a �type� when it came to men.� Pucey wasn�t nearly as intelligent as Blaise was, which had become even more evident when he failed all of his NEWTS and had to redo his senior year.� Draco noticed that Puscey did have nice muscles though. �He was definitely beefier than Zabini, probably because Beating was a more straining job than being a Keeper.� Draco had done a good job on switching Pucey from Chaser to Beater.� He had quite large hands, which were a great asset when handling a club.� And Draco also couldn't help but notice that the myth about men with large hands (that they have other equally large body parts, if you catch my drift) also seemed to apply to Pucey�s case.� Even though he wasn�t all that tall, he was rather hung and-

...

Fuck!

The only thing his team mates could have seen was a �haze� of Draco running out of the showers with a speed as if the Devil�s dog had just bitten him in the ass.� Draco ran into the locker room, put on his clothes, grabbed his shoes and ran barefooted towards the castle.

What the fuck was that?

WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?

Had he actually found himself growing hard at the sight of one of his teammates showering?� Yes, he had.

This was sick!

Sick! Sick! Sick!

Just thank Merlin that no one had apparently noticed anything!� He ran towards his dorm, grateful that he had his private quarters since he was this year's Head Boy, and therefore would not have to be facing any of his teammates the same night again.� Even though Draco had just gotten out of the shower, he felt dirty.� He just wanted to hurl out his intestines and buy new ones.

After he had hastily slammed the portrait closed after himself, he leaned against the wall, closed his eyes and tried to collect his breathing and his wits.� He just hoped that no one had just seen him running the way he just had.� Ever since he was a toddler, his father had thought him that good posture and elegance of movement was one of the most important things in presenting oneself.� Therefore, Draco had always been mindful about the way he carried himself.� If his father had seen him brazing through the school like a bloody madman, like he had just done, he would surely have beaten him with his cane until he bled.

�Are you okay?�

Draco�s eyes flew open in dismay and he found himself looking at this year�s Head Girl, Hermione Granger.� She was frowning at him while she looked him up and down.� Draco knew he must have been in quite a state.� His clothes were soaking wet since he hadn�t dried himself off before putting his clothes on and he must obviously look dishevelled from his psychological trauma.

What to reply?

What to do?

Draco did the only thing that seemed rational at the time: He walked up to her, grabbed her face and kissed her.

He heard her yelp as his lips made contact with hers but ignored it.� She might be a Mudblood, but she was a girl, she was there and she had lips and Draco couldn�t care less about anything else.�� He did have enough of his wits left to not shove his tongue into her mouth, since he didn�t think she would be to shy to bite it off.� He poured everything he got into the kiss.�

He needed to know.

Did he still fancy girls?

�� Malfoy, what in the flaming hell?�� Hermione shrieked as she roughly shoved him away from her after he had released her face.� She looked at him in shock while she helplessly covered her mouth with her hand, as if at any moment another Slytherin might walk by and force her into yet another lip-lock.

�� Useless� Draco muttered, more to himself than to her as he walked off and retreated towards his room, slamming the door behind him.

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