Draco 1/2 - Completed | By : hermy Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 5547 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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“Mr Malfoy, do you know why I
called you to my office?” Albus Dumbledore asked the younger Malfoy kindly.
Draco maintained a blank expression despite his internal panic, and shook his
head. Draco had an idea, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to tell the Headmaster!
Dumbledore’s expression was of disappointment.
“Lemon drops?” He asked gently, the
twinkle now missing from his eyes. Draco swallowed, and shook his head.
“Let me be frank, I value honesty.
You have been accused of a very serious lapse in judgment last night, and
especially on a repeated basis. Do you maintain your innocence?”
“Yes, sir, I do.” Draco said, not
realizing that was hammering the very last nail in his coffin. Dumbledore stood
up abruptly, and pulled back a curtain.
“If that is the case, then I’m sure
you would submit your memories to the Pensieve for the proof of innocence. In
any case it will eliminate you as a suspect from these very serious accusations
made against you. Shall we?”
Draco paled visibly. He was
cornered and there was nowhere to run.
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“Yes, Ron, Snape actually
threatened me to get me out of classes today!” Hermione giggled at a
disbelieving Ron when she caught them in the Gryffindor common room.
“Yeah, for you, that’s worse than
death!” Harry teased her, “So he actually promised to decrease your homework?
Shit! The man knows you.”
“Oh, Harry! I know that just sounds
silly, but I do like homework. I suppose Snape isn’t such a bad fellow
after all.”
“Sure he isn’t!” Ron parroted her
with a crossed eye-expression just to be annoying. Hermione threw a small
pillow, that was part of the sofa they all were sitting on, at him. The pillow
bounced off his thigh, and hit the ground. They held each other’s gaze for a
moment before looking away. Harry grinned knowingly, having seen the last
action. He also took it as a cue to leave them both alone, but not without a
few parted words.
“I think Hedwig needs his snack.
You guys behave, okay?” He snickered, as he left for his bedroom where his
snowy owl was nestling comfortably. Harry knew how it could be confusing, as he
had a debilitating crush on Ravenclaw’s Cho Chang during his fifth year at
Hogswarts.
Ron and Hermione both blushed heavily,
not looking at each other.
“Well—“
“Uh—“
They spoke at once.
“Yeah, I’m glad you got the day
off,” Ron smiled nervously, combing his hair with fingers.
“So am I, Ron. It’s funny, though,
um—here we are—talking.” Hermione was at a loss for words, being painfully shy.
Ron looked up and gave her a tentative smile.
“So, do you keep in touch with
Krum?” He asked carefully. Viktor Krum was a celebrated Quidditch player, and
he also dated Hermione briefly. Ron had been extremely jealous over that, even
though he got his autograph.
“Yeah, I do. But we’re just
friends. We just—are. He asks me about school and we talk about our goals for
the future,” She replied hesitantly. Ron nodded, feeling a mixture of envy and relief.
“And what are we now?” Ron slowly
put a hand on Hermione’s fidgeting hands. He suddenly felt old. He didn’t want
to dance around the bush as they have for years.
“I don’t know. We’re a couple of
teenagers testing the boundaries of our feelings for each other. I suppose,”
she looked up, and was startled suddenly by his intense gaze. She noticed those
soft lips with a yearning. Ron unconsciously licked them, and leaned in to
steal a quick kiss before he lost his courage. Hermione shut her eyes, her mind
drawing an image of lushful lips belonging to a certain pale blonde Slytherin—
She retracted before Ron could kiss
her.
“What’s wrong, Hermy?” He
whispered, smarting from what he thought to be rejection.
“I don’t know—I don’t think I’m
ready for this. Ron, I like you. I do. Oh! I’m sorry! I just don’t have a clue
about love. How it’s supposed to work.” And why I have feelings for two guys
at once. Even worse, why a dirty no good Slytherin was in her heart . . . Hermione flushed guiltily at this
damning realization. Ron mistook her blush as shyness at his expense; he now
grinned. He had an idea.
“It’s okay, Hermy. We’ll sort this
through, I promise you. For now, would you like to have a picnic with me? Just
me and you, no Harry?”
“Yes, that would be wonderful!
When?” Hermione’s eyes lit up. She also realized she needed this excursion as
much as Ron did, and smiled at the thought. She pushed her Gryffindor-induced
guilt into the back of her mind.
“How about lunch tomorrow? Or did
you want it to be today? We do have the day off—“
“Oh no! That’s perfect. Tomorrow
lunch. It’ll give us more time to get excused from eating with others. I’ll have the basket packed—um, what did you
want to eat?”
“I’m up for some fish. Maybe
spotted dick for dessert.”
“Ronald Weasley! I think you’re being
naughty on purpose!” Hermione giggled, blushing prettily at his expense
this time. She had some sexual experience at the skillful hands of
Viktor, after all. When Hermione and Viktor was going out briefly, it left an
everlasting mark on her entrance into womanhood. She had been curious about
lovemaking, and Viktor had . . . satisfied that quite thoroughly. He taught her
how to pleasure a man, too. Unfortunately, Hermione was unwilling to change
schools so they would maintain their relationship. It didn’t end long. Hermione
realized she only had a schoolgirl crush on Viktor with an insatiable
curiousity about her sexuality. Hermy also had a make-out session with Percy
Weasley, but she found him a bit too wanting for her tastes . . . what was a girl to say? There was some
things you just didn’t learn from books.
“I suppose my brothers are finally
rubbing off on me!” He finally replied, grinning, “You have no idea what they
talk about when mum is not around to hear them!”
“Ron!” She exclaimed, feeling mortified
and it showed. She hoped Percy didn’t tell him about their sordid make-out
session. Ron let out a merry laugh. His hand covered her hand again. She
decided she liked the warmth the contact gave her, so she gave him a squeeze
with her other hand. Ron zoned in for another kiss—and this time Hermione
didn’t back down. Their lips met.
The portrait door opened to the
Gryffindor common room. It was Headmaster Dumbledore and Draco Malfoy.
Draco held a grimace which marred
his handsome features, knowing he was in deep poo. And he hated that he
didn’t like seeing Hermione and Ron in a liplock either. He stormed out without
seeing Hermione’s horror-struck face.
She felt like she just made a
horrendous mistake! She didn’t like that feeling one bit. Hermione fled into
her private quarters without an explanation.
“Now see what you did, Malfoy!” Ron
hissed. Draco only gave him a withering glare, and spun on his heels. He
promptly headed for his own quarters, leaving a shunned Ron and an exasperated
Dumbledore in his wake. Dumbledore reached for his left temple and rubbed it
tiredly. So, Draco, you have made your choice. What a handful!
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