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Mudblood Fever and Lingerie	By : Tnteacups Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 36612 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Panties, Potions, and Put-Downs
Monday morning Ginny hurried over, helping Hermione untangle the small package from one of the two owls that had swooped in front of her, landing amidst breakfast platters, and a flurry of other owls.
“Wazh aw dish?” Ron asked through a mouthful of breakfast, eyeing the two packages the girls were gathering, as they climbed over the benches, leaving the two boys gaping in confusion as they hurried from the great hall, grinning, and bouncing.
“I think those two are up to something…” Ron said after swallowing, and looking at where the two had vanished through the door.
“Well noticed, Weasley,” the cold drawl pulled their attention to the figure who had stopped just short of passing them. “If you pay very close attention, maybe you’ll figure it out, before they put the spiders in your bed.”
Ron’s face blanched as Malfoy walked away, his trademark smirk in place, not sparing a backward glance.

Draco sat, wondering how thick the bumbling duo really was. The way the two girls had bounced out of the Great Hall looking suspiciously cheerful said they’d ordered something stupid, and girly. Probably from some witches only catalogue. It was likely some assortment of baubles, or love potions. He scoffed just thinking about it. His mother had a few of those types of magazines, and had gotten useless trinkets, and half-potent spells from them.
He hadn’t pegged Granger or Weasley for those kind of girls, but he guessed every girl gave in to the promises printed in those dumb pages eventually.

Hermione dropped the packages on her bed, and opened the first small package, holding up the plain red brazier, and matching red knickers. They had no pattern or lace, but the shape was cute. Much cuter than the waist-high white ones she wore currently.
“How do they get the size right?” She asked, holding the bra against her shirt.
“Probably a sizing spell,” Ginny replied, holding up the black set, and eying Hermione with waggling eyebrows. “Did you have someone in mind?” She asked, fingering the black lace, and centered bow.
“Not really. I just thought it was cute.” She said, suddenly wondering if any of these would be less embarrassing to fall in, and accidently show to the classmates. The Slytherins would probably tease her no matter what she wore. She had a brief image of Malfoy’s smug face, looking down at her knickers, his eyes lingering on the black lace. She shook her head, dislodging the thought. He was never going to see them if she could help it. She could imagine the reactions that his followers would have at the sight of these. Crabbe and Goyle would probably stare dumbfounded, and aroused. Pansy would tease her, to the delight of the other Slytherin girls. She couldn’t decide whether Malfoy would tease her, or stare with his two goons.
She decided not to think about it, pulling her robes over her head to try the new garments on before she had to hurry to class.

Draco made his way to potions, his bag slung over his shoulder, stomach comfortably full from a recent lunch. He took his usual place at the far end of the room from the golden trio.
“Today, I’d like you all to pair up.” Professor Slughorn was saying, followed by immediate shuffling of people claiming partners. Malfoy turned to look for a suitable partner, no longer having his friends in the class to pair with.
“Malfoy! Granger seems to be lacking a partner as well. You two team up. Lovely pair- there you go.” Professor Slughorn said, moving along the rows to search for other lingering students.
Draco looked toward the trio of Gryffindors. They were all glaring at him. He stayed where he was, enjoying his uncrowded table, and unwilling to join the three that surrounded their claimed area.
“Miss Granger, if you would be so kind as to gather your things, and move to young Draco’s table…” Slughorn said. Draco let his head dip forward, hiding an amused grin at the teacher’s verbal prod. He heard the slamming of items next to him indicating Granger’s presence.
“Granger.” Draco greeted her, wiping his amusement from his face, and replacing it with a look of distaste
“Malfoy.” She replied coldly, keeping her eyes on Slughorn as he explained why they had all been paired up.
“This potion is a very complicated brew. It takes two people to make properly, since it’s a fertility potion. We won’t be trying these, obviously...” He looked round the room pointedly. “Anyway, they won’t be put to use, but it is a very difficult potion, and requires precise timing, and teamwork. The results should be different for each pair, and I will grade on how well it was made, not on its effectiveness.”
When he finished, Draco opened his book, to the designated page, and began scanning the ingredients, and pulling them swiftly from his potions kit.
Granger was doing the same, her book propped on the table as she rummaged through her kit, setting her own supplies on the table. They didn’t speak as he lit a fire under the cauldron, and finished skimming the instructions. She began chopping daisy roots silently, not looking at him, and he set himself to measuring powdered beetles. They worked in silence for several minutes, until he was finally forced to speak.
“I’m going to add the beetles. Count of three?” He offered, knowing she had to add the daisy roots at the same time. She nodded, lifting a handful of the roots, and holding them over the simmering cauldron full of water.
“One, two, three.” He said, rhythmically bobbing his head with each number, opening his hand at the end of three. Granger dropped hers in the same instant, pulling her hand away to continue preparing more ingredients. They worked in almost silence, only speaking to create the brew, which was turning a beautiful shade of silver, and gleaming as though lit from within.
“And now…” Draco paused, reading the last ingredient silently. Two hairs. One from each of them. He looked over at her, watching as she quickly pulled one of her own hairs out, and held it over the cauldron, only looking at him when he didn’t do the same.
“Malfoy? Your hair.” She prompted, pulling hers back slightly, to prevent accidentally adding it too soon. He nodded, looking away from her silver-lit face, and glanced around the room for the first time since starting the potion. He’d been so absorbed in the potion he hadn’t noticed the other colors of the potion. Potter and Weasley’s was a jarring shade of red, lighting them up like a macabre theatre. A theatre for monkeys. They were staring at the book, their faces an inch from it, as if they were having trouble reading the text.
There was a light blue, a dark purple from two Ravenclaws, and a bright green from the only other two Slytherins in the class.
Draco plucked a single silvery blond hair out, and held it out, staring into Granger’s eyes as he counted.
“One. Two. Three.” They dropped the two hairs, and broke gazes to watch them dissolve in the silver liquid. His silver hair blended into the mixture immediately, and he watched hers dissolve slower. The color seemed to leech out into the potion, her hair turning silvery, and the potion slowly bronzing as the two colors mingled. As the bronze color reached the edge of the potion, Draco looked at Granger’s captivated face, and couldn’t help having a go.
“Feel like testing it, Granger?” He asked, letting his face twist into his usual cruel smile. She looked up at him with a nasty look, her mouth opening to retort, but he cut her off. “You’d better find someone who’d actually want to have your half-blood children, then.” He turned away to whisk his ingredients back into his case. He could feel the outrage pouring off of her, and couldn’t bring himself to look, feeling the underhanded comment bring a twinge of guilt. She was a bright witch. Pity she had to be a mudblood, and Gryffindor, or she may have had a chance.
“Lovely color,” Slughorn hovered next to their table, looking into their shared cauldron. “You two did splendidly!” He said boisterously. “Pity you aren’t friends.” He looked regretful, walking off. Draco looked over, noticing the color had changed. A dull brown was spreading from the middle, making the whole thing look like mud. Draco kept his thoughts to himself, ignoring the fierce way the witch next to him was shoving her things away.
“Maybe someday, some woman will let you ruin her bloodline with your hateful, evil genes.” She swept away, leaving him speechless, and stunned. He hadn’t expected a comeback, especially not one that stung that badly. The image of his father’s forearm flashed through his mind, and he stared into the cauldron, seeing only the black mark that tainted his family. Was he doomed to be as cruel, and uncaring as his father? He hoped not, his childhood an ongoing cruel joke that he refused to push onto another young Malfoy.
He didn’t even notice that their potion had turned a murky black, before he left the classroom, reflecting his own thoughts.

“Malfoy!” The call stopped him short, and he turned to see the trio heading toward him. Ron leading, with Harry holding the back of his robe, and Hermione dashing after, looking vexed.
“Leave it, Ron!” She called, catching up, just as Weasley lifted his wand, pointing it straight at Draco.
“Going to curse yourself again, Weasley?” Malfoy shot, reminding him of their second year.
“You little-”
“Ron!” Granger cut him off, pushing his arm down, away from Draco’s face, and she and Potter managed to steer him away. “Don’t bother with him. He’ll realize eventually that no one likes him.” She glared over her shoulder at him. Draco grinned back smugly, unwilling to let her see his disquiet mind.
“Run along, weasel,” he called, “Don’t want to hurt yourself, do you?” Weasley struggled harder against his friend’s restraining arms, and Malfoy snickered, watching him fight for freedom.
“Malfoy!” He jumped, turning again to see Slughorn beckoning him over. He shuffled over, wondering if he was in trouble.
“Yes, Professor?” He asked, re-entering the now-empty classroom.
“I’d like you to take a good look at this potion.” Slughorn was indicating the green potion from his two house-mates.
“It’s green, professor.” He said, feeling like a small child, confused by some metaphor he didn’t yet understand.
“It is. Because the girls put all of their Slytherin pride into it. It’s a perfect emerald shade.”
“Yeah.” Draco agreed, looking over at the Ravenclaw duo’s.
“Theirs is this dark purple. I assume they don’t like each other much, but paired together, also due to their house,” Slughorn observed, and gave it a stir. Draco watched how it glittered at movement. “Tiny little sparkles of cooperation.” Slughorn said, sounding sincere
“Potter and Weasley’s… Well…” They both looked toward the red eye-sore at the back of the room. “Best friends, so it’s a bright, clear color,” he said, walking over to it, giving it a stir as well. “Streaks of gold. They worked well together, but… Not at all fertile.” He gave a chuckle, and Draco pulled a sour face, trying not to think of anything involving that.
“You and Miss Granger’s…” He was walking over to the thick black potion at the front. “Started off wonderfully. Clear, and a solid color. Not just streaks of cooperation. The entire potion was silver. I saw that.” He admitted, nodding his head sagely. Draco stayed silent, looking at the now black potion. He’d mucked it up by opening his cruel mouth.
“I’m sorry, Professor.” He said, looking at his shoes, meaning the apology.
“I know. I’d like you to look at the potion, and try to get it back to the bronze you two mixed. If you can do that, I won’t take points from Slytherin for what I saw in the corridor.” He went to his desk, leaving Draco to stare into the potion, willing it back to it’s former color. Draco tuned out the shuffling papers, and stared into the black depths, thinking of Granger next to him, chopping her daisy roots. She’d been civil the whole class, helping him make a perfect potion. He doubted very much that anyone else in the class could have managed that same level of efficiency. Her face had been lit by it’s silver glow as she watched their hairs dissolve, turning it a bronze. The same color as the bronze flecks in her eyes. He imagined those eyes trained on him, unmarred by hatred. She’d looked at him in an almost worried manner when he’d hesitated to put his hair in. Why had he ruined it? Just to amuse himself? He thought of other ways he could amuse himself with her. His fantasy came back to him full force, and he closed his eyes, seeing her brown eyes locked on him, her head tilting back in pleasure.
He bit his lip and opened his eyes, shifting uncomfortably as he looked into the cauldron, his knickers significantly tighter as his arousal pressed into them.
“Good job!” He looked up to see Slughorn watching him, staring at the color reflecting from the cauldron. Draco looked down, seeing the bronze they had mixed. What Slughorn couldn’t see from his chair were the harsh streaks of flame dancing across the top. Draco hurried from the room, hoping the flames vanished before the Professor saw them.
Fantasizing about the mudblood again? Unacceptable. He pushed her from his mind, determined to ignore her until he could get his irritating lust under control. Maybe a tussle with Pansy would help…
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