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Curse of a Kiss	By : Eloise Downbadde & Eloise Downbadde Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 4933 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: These characters aren't mine and I'm not getting anything from writing these. It's just fun to imagine a different world from JK and WBs well made characters.

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Even though Quidditch hadn't started, that didn't stop the various teams having scrimmages. The Slytherin's were just wrapping up a friendly but rough game together and were heading back to the locker rooms when Hermione noticed them outside her common room window.

That wasn't totally true, Ron was complaining he didn't get to use the pitch because of the Slytherins and was excited for a chance to get on his broom with Harry when he saw them leaving. They gave a quick goodbye and left her, staring outside as a blush crept over her cheeks when she noticed his shock of blonde hair.
An idea came to mind. She knew boys. She knew how locker room talk went and she jumped up and ran into Harry's room for his cloak. She all but bolted out the door, she had some serious ground to cover in a short time if she was going to overhear anything helpful before everyone changed and left the locker rooms.
It had been a week since she got locked in the closet in the restricted section and so far, there were no snickers behind her back. No crude motions or nasty remarks about her being a slag or easy. It was almost like nothing had happened except for the hickey as evidence.

She touched her finger to the lovebite as the memory returned to her. She had to use muggle makeup to cover it but even still, it looked pretty obvious. Ginny thought for sure, it was some kind of colorful imagined event but the inflammed red skin verified it's truth. It wasn't a good time for turtlenecks so she ended up wearing stylish scarves for a few days (which looked terrible) before she just played sick to avoid classes with Malfoy, much to his dismay. She was still quite angry at being blatantly ignored when she demanded he stop but pretending it wasn't the most exciting thing to happen in her love life since Viktor Krum and all the attention that followed was foolish and she was not a foolish woman.
'Love life was taking it a little far', she muse, but since the encounter, it felt like Draco Malfoy was purposely trying to aggrivate her by being completely dismissive of her. She was positive if she snuck into the locker rooms, she would hear exactly what she feared, gossip about her from Prince Prat himself. If there was nothing, maybe it was some kind of mistake. Maybe there were just so many other women, she was a sidenote in his tales. Maybe he didn't want to share what he did to her with his friends. 'He's should still digusted by me.' She thought as she came up to the locker room doors, despite his sudden interest in her and her body last week.
She glanced behind her to make sure a trio of Slytherins walking down the hallway were gone and slipped the cloak over her head. She had been in here often enough, after games her friends played to celebrate or occasionally to walk with them back to the commons after a loss. It was typically bustling and full of people but the hinges echoed as they creaked open.

The stillness was unsettling as she slipped past the lockers, hearing the showers running. Normally a loud and busy place, the quiet was increasingly off putting."What did you forget?" Malfoy's voice came out loud and she felt herself tense. She stiffly stepped slowly down the row to the end and saw it was just him.
He looked over toward the locker aisles and his eyes swept around the empty room. Her hands went over her mouth, positive he heard her sudden heavy breathing. Especially when his eyes seemed to fall directly on her. Her heart stopped when he spoke again, eyes piercing towards her before he looked up to the ceiling and rinised his face in the running shower.

"Ah, Granger. Come for a show?" He drawled, wiping the water off his face. She could only see his head and shoulders and felt her feet moving forward ever so slowly. She crept with her heart in her throat. 'It's only fair, ' she thought. 'After what he did to me. And he knows I'm here, clearly. He just said my name!' She let out a breath as slow and evenly as she could as she reached the half wall.

"I suppose, it's fair. I got to play with you." She heard him exhale slowly. Her eyes raked over his body. Water running all over him, his hair wet and clinging to his forehead. His strong arm braced against the wall and the other...She felt her whole body flood with heat. He was touching himself. His breathing was shallow already, his face flushed when he glanced over toward her again. His hand never stopped pumping. Hermione couldn't tell where to look, the entirety of this private show was a feast for her eyes. His strong shoulders, tensing and untensing, his legs were long and beautiful like his fingers, which were gripping himself. She felt her core actually tremble, drinking in his length, the very cock that pressed against her in the closet. She felt she might faint before she noticed she had been holding her breath.

"You really got me twisted. It's maddening." A small groan fell from his lips. "When you're near, the hair on my neck stands. I can feel you." He hissed and picked up his speed. His breathing became raspy and his body tensed entirely before he trembled all through his limbs. A strangled shout bounced off the walls as he finished, his face twisted up and relaxing a moment after.

She swore he looked straight at her, catching his breath, a small smirk on his lips, before his eyes swept across the rest of the locker room. He sighed and turned off the shower head.

All of a sudden, he was coming towards her, she quickly stumbled backwards, her back hitting the locker, making the very obvious locker sound and he froze. She didn't dare to move. He kept looking right at her but...was he? How could he actually know she was there?

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He shook the water from his ears, and the thoughts from his head, moving again towards his locker, wrapping the towel around his waist. He felt fucking crazy. Pretending she was watching him in the shower was his latest fantasy. Thinking she would bother to sneak after him, lust after him, going so far as to hide herself, was just idiotic. Just as idiotic as imagining her, big beautiful eyes wide as her mouth worked wickedly around his cock. He toweled the rest of himself off and started to get dressed. 'Well,' he thought, 'I hope that was nobody. Would be a bit embarrassing if someone had heard me.' He paused, trying to remember if he even said her name. He had been so careful not to lately, specifically in public. The way it came out made his lips suddenly dry.

He snapped his head up, absolutely sure he heard footsteps going past him on the other side of his locker. He felt the hair on his neck prick up and would swear so hard they would send him to St. Mungos, he could smell her. That soft and unspecified scent he had been trying to remember for days.
The locker room door squeaked open and closed again.

"That-! That little-! Bitch!" He was having trouble catching a single thought, jaw hanging open. Stunned, he pulled his trousers up and shook his head again. There was no way. His desperation was playing with him, again. She would never. Actually. Watch him. In the shower? It's one thing to fantasize about someone watching you and another entirely to actually be spied on. Especially while...he actually blushed before drawing a hand through his hair, smoothing it back and smirking. 'Hope she enjoyed it.' And he buttoned up his Oxford and slipped his shoes back on.

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"Oh my God oh my God oh my goooooood!" Hermione ran down the halls, gasping for air. Her lungs ached as she stopped outside her common room, trying to breathe normally, begging the red in her cheeks to go away. This was insane. Certifiably insane.

Her life was not a book. She may have had a dream come true when she joined the magical world but the most recent events felt so unreal, so upside down from the world she knew. She glanced around before she gave the password and slid into the warm, inviting common room. She sat on the couch and stared into the bare fireplace. Her mind stammering through images and feelings that keep stirring in her.

The world around her had better start making sense again soon. She had exams coming up and way more important things to sit and fret about. She wished she could busy herself in her friends, even overthinking the relationship forming between her and Ron was less confusing than this. She longed for her favorite wonderful distraction from the troubles in the world, her studies.

"Oh!" She exclaimed, jumping up from her seat! She could do just that! "Sorry!" She motioned to the young first years who were startled by her sudden shout. And her behavior wasn't exactly the usual kind, the kids stared after her as she picked her bag up and briskly walked back out the room. She had been sitting there for only 5 minutes, "How strange she is." One said quietly.

Straight to the library she went. Feeling so comfortable amongst the shelves, she moved slowly, carefully, all the time in the world. She was able to finally steady her heart rate and stop imagining the incredible flush across Malfoy's cheeks as he looked straight at her. Her fingers found a book she decided to study and pulled it from the shelf.

She found her favorite spot and pulled parchment and quill from her bag, realizing she still had Harry's invisibility cloak shoved inside, next to the dirty book she was pretending didn't exist anymore. She shoved the bag under her chair and bound her hair behind her head with a tie and got to work.

When the ache in her neck pulled her upright, she stretched her arms over her head and shot a smile at the Hufflepuff girl across from her. She had joined her table a short while ago and worked as silently and diligently as she did. Hermione loved company like this woman. It gets lonely studying so hard and all alone. It's nice to have someone nearby, even to just ask a question or share a comment on the material she found interesting. The boys would rather fool about than seriously study and even Ginny was the "hurry and get it done" type of student.

Hermione's eyes drifted behind her new company and she froze. Behind the dirty blonde head of her, she saw Malfoy's head through a bookshelf row. She felt herself pale, was he watching her now? She stammered a small thank you to the Hufflepuff, introduced herself, since she didn't even know her name, and gathered all her things together. She never felt she would be chased away from her favorite place but she really would rather not have a conversation with him right now.
She flung her bag over her shoulder and decided to go to the far end of the library and up the stairs to leave. If he was there waiting for her, he'd watch the main doors. She stepped quickly around her table and to the back stairs when she heard a chair behind her scuffing, someone standing abruptly. He must have seen her, damn! Why couldn't he just leave her alone? She scrounged in her bag, looking for the only card she could play. She despised cat and mouse.

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A game of cat and mouse was always his favorite. He was always the cat, of course he loved it. Being pursued, however, wasn't unfamiliar to him, he was the only heir of a wealthy family. He was the prize most of his childhood friends were fighting for since birth. Ridiculous, really, to think a person could be given. The only people worth anything were taken, not just handed over. In his warped way of thinking, that was the purpose of love. It was a battle and to the victor go the spoils.

He scowled at the student who stood so fast their chair made a loud noise, pulling him out of his thoughts and up from the homework he had delved into as a distraction. He looked up at him, ready to snap a punishing word but saw Hermione leaving, halfway up the staircase on the backwall. He begged, actually begged his body to stay put, there was no need for a confrontation. He had imagined things earlier, there was zero chance anyone had been with him in the locker room. His little fantasies were just that, imaginary.

She made it perfectly clear how she felt about the little moment in the closet. She hid the beautiful red mark he left on her neck with incredible ease. It soured his mood the next day, even though he used the best spell his mother shared with him for making a bruise last, a technique to keep bad men soft around her and her child. He can still see it on her, because he knows it's there, but all was just peachy in Granger's world. Her damn boyfriends didn't notice at all.

It would be most satisfying to see her happy little life shatter. The conflicting feelings swirling inside him shoved back and forth on what was happening. The entire concept of perfect infuriated him. She had none of the struggle, none of the pain he experienced. Even her hard lessons were learned with cute bubble wrapping and, he shuddered in disgust, love. He had a whole week to mule and think and wonder without her body against him. Without her anywhere around him, making those quiet and soft noises and a raging hard on clouding his mind. That was the conclusion he came to, she was perfect and he hated her for it. He wanted to spoil the image. He didn't want her, no! He wanted what she was and what she had and it was blisteringly painful, the only way to stop that was to break her. Shouldn't be too difficult, she's a woman after all, and he knew he could make her fall apart with just his fingers. Putting his Slytherin brain to the task would be almost too simple, and whats more is that he could enjoy her and break Potter down as a bonus.

He didn't even notice he was following her until his legs went up the spiral stairs, two at a time. There's only so many ways she can go from here. He made a bee-line for the shelving farthest away from the stairs on a hunch, the open library on one side of the landing, and rows of books on the other, he glanced down the aisles, expecting to see her at the next one. He came to the very end, the last row ended with the corner of least sought books in the whole of the library, a small stand with a glass display against the far wall. Empty. He turned to walk the other side but paused. The hair on the nape of his neck, once again pricking up. 'She's right here,' he thought. 'Of course she is...the damned invisibility cloak.' She's thinks she so clever.

"I know you're here, Granger. You don't need to hide from me." He spoke carefully, trying to not sound a. Crazy, speaking into nothing and b. Desperate. He just wanted to speak with her, set up some time to give her his proper attention. Her running and hiding from him was non-concurrant with his plan to explore her deliciously responsive body. The silence with muted quiet bustle from below the landing was making him feel stupid. "We are in public, you fool. Come out." He glanced over his shoulder and could see the students below him, paying him no attention.

She spoke so delicately, so softly he almost didn't hear her. "What do you want?" She was literally three feet in front of him, the cloak shimmered when she spoke. He grabbed a fistful and pulled it off of her. "There you are, little lioness," He drawled, admiring the silky cloth in his hands. "My, this is a very nice invisibility cloak."

"It's Harry's cloak," she reached back to grab it, he had found her, which means he knew she was trying to hide from him. That Gryffindor bravery seemed to be circumstanctial.

"All the more reason to steal it." He lifted his hand in front of his face to see just how completely undetectable it was. "This would be so helpful..." He watched her, shoulders slumped and trying to appear small but he knew better. This isn't defeat, this is embarrassment.

"You could sneak anywhere. Maybe even the Quidditch locker room." He probed slowly, his eye flicked to her face and he saw her bite her lip, staring at the ground while red crept across her cheeks. She straightened up and snatched the cloak from his hands, clearing her throat.

"It's pointless to take it. It always ends up back in Harry's possession. I took it home with me one summer and it was in his chest when he got home." Her little dodge of subject brought life back into her, probably thinking she was wise and covered his pointed comment flawlessly.

"So we're running from me, now?"

She stammered, "Why would I run from you?" shoving the cloak back into her bag, it wouldn't fit and she had to yank it back out and tried to fold it, not noticing her little book fell out onto the floor. He could have beamed, what luck!

"Is this what you're so embarrassed about?" He picked it off the floor and tried to memorize her stunned, confused and horrified expression. It was hysterical. She tried to push past him and leave, put distance between them, between herself and that ridiculous book.

"That's not mine!" She squirmed, moving back and forth, getting around him should be easy, he was so damned skinny but he was resolved to not let her past. He put a firm hand on her shoulder and smirked when she instantly stilled.

"This is the book isn't it? This is what you went into the restricted section for on Friday." His face was predatory, his eyes darkening, trying to get her to meet his gaze. He wasn't sure what made him so bold around her when she's fraying at the ends, maybe it's exciting him to watch little perfect become undone. He guided her easily, leading her with one arm where he wanted her to go. Just a little further back from the landing, invisible if someone where to look up from the ground floor.

"I'll just- Give me the-! Malfoy! The book!" She grabbed at his other hand, deciding on a different tactic but he pushed against her chest, holding her down and the book in the air, like some childhood game of keep away. Her back bumped into the shelving and he smirked triumphantly. His palm being on her collarbone left his fingers to brush against the hickey on her neck, not painful but the cover up has rubbed off, making it clear as day. He paused seeing it and she huffed, putting her hands on her hips. There was the woman he craved, the fire in her eyes and fight in her tone returning.

"But, Granger. I MUST know what's in here," he growled, meeting her eye as he flipped open the book to a random page, scanning the words. His lip curled. "This is what gets you excited?" It was drivel. For someone who always had a book in her hands, he had hoped she had better taste.

"I didn't say it was Shakespeare, did I?" she bristled. "Besides, it's not meant to be good! It's meant to be dirty and stimulating." She bit her lip as he flipped the pages with one hand, looking annoyed.

Until he turned to the next random page. He felt her take in a deep breath as her silver bookmark fell from between the pages. So, she was right here, this is what she read last. That almost felt intimate. He met her eyes again, and watched her gaze shift to his fingers, holding open the pages with ease and she licked her lips nervously.

"Let's see here," he cleared his throat to allow a proper reading tone.

"He laid her on the bed, his hands roaming her soft curves. She felt on fire, his touch was warm and comforting and when he cupped her breast, she arched into him, desperate for more of that touch."
As he read, his thumb absent-mindedly stroked against her collarbone. She was rooted to the floor at such a tender touch accompanied by dirty, lusty words.
"His hands found the softness between her legs, ready and wanting, making him moan against her lips. He moved between her legs, asking her with his eyes if she really wanted him to continue. She nodded, timidly before gasping as he pushed himself inside her."

He scoffed, "look at this, Granger, no foreplay. How selfish of him." He glanced at her but the look of her made his cock spring to life. 'Merlin, I just handled you a few hours ago.' He scolded his body, suddenly desperate for friction from a single look.

"That feels like cheating." Her face snapped to his, the heady haze fading for a moment, her eyes were so deep and dark and the corner of her lip was being pulled into her mouth to bite, making it ruby red, her cheeks flushed the same color and her chest heaving. He closed the book and leaned forward until his breath tickled her nose. "If you look at me like that, in public, I can't be held responsible for what I do to you."

"You really need a lesson on consent, don't you." She scowled at him, angry, partly that he stopped reading and partly at the suggestion that he had no control over himself. That was irresponsible thinking and more to the point, bullshit. He tilted her defiant chin up to meet his eyes when she sneered back at him.

"And I gave you permission to watch me in the shower?" His lips twisted a little, loving how she squirmed uncomfortably, looking up, to the side, anywhere to not meet his eyes.
"I didn't do that." Her tone glazed over, the fight gone. She tried her best to look confused and innocent but she was a terrible liar and he knew it. If anything the way she couldn't meet his gaze gave her away. A tingle of excitment went down his spine. His fantasy was real, naughty naughty, Granger actually was interested enough to spy on him in an incredibly intimate moment. And that really turned him on.

"Lying looks ugly on you." He whispered, deciding to push her boundaries as far as she would let him; just like last week. She wasn't some meek helpless girl. It's not like he was manipulating and teasing the Lovegood girl who wasn't even on this planet the majority of her life. This was Hermione Granger and if she didn't want to do something, she wouldn't. Which made it all the more exciting he hadn't been hexed off the railings yet. He reached up and pulled out the tie in her hair and let it all fall around her head.

"This little game is so fun," he had wrapped his arms around her waist, the book falling to the ground, and was very careful to press his bulge against her thigh and traced his lips around the shell of her ear. "I like how much you fight me. Watching you squirm is delicious."

"Get away, you git!" She snapped at him, pushing at his shoulders with her arms. "I don't-! Just stop this. I'm not... a game." She realized she spoke to loud and dropped her voice. Her passion draining when he kissed the skin under her ear and burning a different kind of passion in the pit of her stomach. The image and sound of him moaning in the shower took the teeth out of her bite and her tension melted a fraction. He pulled away to look her in the eye, his little fireball throwing sparks in her confusion.

"Fine. Can I kiss you?" He breathed, lips hovering directly over hers, he decided to let her rules matter. If she wanted to piss and moan she didn't want it, he could make her beg him instead. He gently massaged her hip with one hand, subtly pulling the fabric of her shirt up and out of its tuck. Searching her deep, beautiful eyes, for any change, any ferocity, that would force him to step away and take cover before she got her wand.

Instead, her eyes fluttered closed and she leaned forward to close the distance. "Ah-" he pulled away just an inch, despite his body screaming once again to take what he wanted from her. "I'm afraid I need an audible answer." The hand on her hip finally slipped under her shirt, his fingers splayed onto her ribs, thumb teasing under her bras underwire.

"Yessss" She ground out of her clenched teeth, sucking in air at the feel of those lovely long fingers against her bare skin. His touch was completely electric, between the way he was speaking to her, the dirty book lines dripping from his lips, and him poking at her pride, teasing her and all certainty in her life, she was coming undone. He was barely touching her and she felt like a puddle on the floor.

He felt almost giddy, she wanted him, even just his lips. He was going to completely overtake her but not yet. He covered her mouth with his and felt her sigh, she had the sweetest lips he ever tasted. Swooping his tongue against her lips and exploring her mouth, groaning when she struggled against him, her hot little mouth fighting him for control. Feeling heat that seered into his bones made need course through him, he tangled his free hand in her hair and the other slid under her bra to grope her chest.

'Salazars Soul, she's got lovely tits,' he felt another stray bolt of jealousy shoot through his brain. 'Who else has touched her here? Who taught her to snog this way?' his mind was doing its best to cut out any petty thought or the notion that things were getting out of hand. Including the knowledge that they were in the library, without anything but the books and indifference of the location keeping them from being seen.

Her teeth gave his lower lip a delicate bite and it dragged him, unwilling, back into his body. He pulled back, breathing heavy, and brushed his thumb against her full and flushed bottom lip. He noticed, with an aching throb, her leg was swung over his hip and she was desperately grinding into his upper thigh. A small laugh escaped his lips and they curved into a smile. It was almost endearing how she was already giving in to him.

"I think," he panted. "I think we need to meet somewhere-" he cleared his throat lightly as he pulled her leg from around his waist, trying to pull her back into the real world, and helped tuck her shirt back into her skirt. "More private." He adjusted her tie, making sure she looked presentable. Her eyes were glazed over, her chest heaving and her brow furrowed. He gave her a chaste wink.

"We can bang this thing out there. I'll owl you." He picked up her book from the floor, rising to look at her. She looked a complete mess, but he still had to stop his body from moving forward to kiss her again. "I'm keeping this. I'll make sure to study up. You know I take my grades as serious as you do."

She nodded at him, dazed and picked her bag up off the floor, "That." She swallowed and licked her lips, "that's fine. Just let me know." As if they had just ended a business meeting. She watched him shift the front of his trousers, wincing slightly, and he was walking away. Again, leaving her fuzzy and uncertain of everything.
She literally pinched herself. A few times to fully come back out of 'Library Snog Session' haze that covered her completely. This was not going to be a common reoccurance. She was practically dry humping him like some sad 15 year old after a school dance! Try as she might, she had not had a man as interested and intoxicating this close to her in her life. She needed some way to combat this absolute overwhelming feeling he kept pouring into her with the most minimal of movements or she would end up shagging him.

He clearly was interested in her, in some capacity at least. If it was just to be between her legs, that would be unacceptable. He was a sharp and intelligent mind, a good sparring partner and never made her bored, with the exception of his droll insults when he was younger. The reason she knew so many quick spells and hexes was because it was easier to leave him stunned than to expect him to stop or grow some originality in his snarky comments.

A light switch flipped in her head. He might have been slipped a love potion. That would make so much sense. Maybe it was some prank being played on her. Or him. She had to find a way to keep herself focused and not dragged down into his passion. She pulled herself together and made her way to a section of the library she hadn't visited in years. Keeping him stunned might be the only way to sort this insanity out. 'And if I have to shag him,' she shrugged internally but didn't finish that thought.
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