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For the Love of Malfoy	By : emisloser Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 31738 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Potions class. Hermione hated potions class. Not because it was boring subject, lord knew she found fascinating. No, She hated potions class because it was the only class she had to share with Draco-fucking-Malfoy.

And he would never let her forget it.

"Morning bush head!" he would practically sing as he walked into class each morning with Pansy on his arm.

"Go to hell Malfoy," she would bitterly reply.

Harry and Ron weren't much help. They would sit protectively at her sides sending death glares toward Draco all class long, lest he should try anything, which did nothing but provide him with the "Golden Trio" insults Hermione began to expect on a daily bases.

But today...was a little different.

As Draco walked into class this morning, Hermione couldn't help but notice that today Pansy was not hanging proudly on his arm, but rather walking lifelessly beside him. His normal pristine appearance was messy and looked as if he had just rolled out of bed, with his wrinkled robes and unkempt hair. There were dark circles under his eyes and his shoulders hunched slightly. Pansy wasn't bouncing around like she normally did either. Her mouth was set into a deep line and her large forehead was creased over her eyebrows, making her look none the less a pouting child. Her arms were folded over her large chest and Hermione was expecting at any moment for her to stomp her foot and let out a loud, "Humph." They took their normal seat behind her, Harry, and Ron, but Draco made no comment about her bushy hair. He just sat there, looking ahead with cold dead eyes.

A bang of the door and a swish of a cloak signaled Snape's entrance into the classroom. He stomped his way dramatically to the front of the class where he turned quickly to face them. "Turn your textbooks to page 354." he said in his greasy voice.

Hermione was one of the first to find the page and she nearly jumped out of her seat in excitement. Today was the day they'd get to conjure up the desire potion they had been studying for the last month.

Snape cleared his throat loudly to silence the excited chatter that had erupted in the classroom. "You are to follow these directions exactly. Once I have paired you up with your partner, one of you will come forward to select your object of desire. You have the choice of chocolate cakes, dragon liver, or beetle dung. Before we start, let me make this perfectly clear, under no circumstances are you to add any part of a still living organism to your potion. The consequences to your actions will be severe," he said as he took a few moments to scan his eyes over the students. "Let us get started. Weasely you will be paired with Parkinson." Ron moaned as he turned his head to look at the large Slytherin girl by Draco's side. "Longbottom and Potter. A fatal pair, if I do say so myself," Snape scowled, "But I need an example of a potion gone wrong." Neville shook slightly in his seat. Snape called out a few more partners as Hermione scanned over the page in her textbook...

The desire potion, or Desiortomon, was created in the early 1300's by a group of high ranking wizards in Italy. They found that, after adding a select ingredient at the end of the potion while pronouncing the words "Desiortomon Enumeous", It created an effect equal to that of desire, making the drinker thirsty for whatever it was added to the end of the potion. They also found that, once receiving the object of their desire, the desire itself disappears, though the longer the drinker goes without it, the more intense their desire becomes.....

"Granger and Malfoy..."

....SHIT.

Hermione's shoulders slumped and she couldn't bring herself to turn and look at Draco, whom she was sure had a scowl on his face. So instead she gave herself a shake and started her bunsen burner. "I'm going to get our final ingredient, Malfoy. Make yourself useful and start cutting these balroots," she said, still facing forward. Hermione stood and walked to the front of the classroom where she found with a sigh, all of the cake to be gone. She picked up a bowl of liver and headed back to her desk.

"Draco! I don't understand....." whined Pansy. Hermione quickly turned away when she noticed Pansy had stopped talking and had turned in her direction. "What do you want Granger? Eaves dropping again?" Pansy smirked. "Does the poor little frizzy virgin need a few lessons in manners?"

"Pansy! Just, go now, alright? We have to start our potion," Draco snapped. Hermione's eyes widened as Pansy's lowered. Draco quickly grabbed Pansy's hand between his own. "My dear, I just want to get this over with. Hanging around this Mudblood for to long is not my idea of fun," he said, a bit quickly in Hermione's opinion. Pansy just stood and after a growl in Hermione's direction, walked away.

Hermione rose an eyebrow. "Trouble in paradise?"

"Go get laid Granger." Draco snapped.

"Whatever." Hermione said as she sat down in her chair and began cutting up the ingredients. Draco plopped down beside her and folded his arms on the table as he watched her. After nearly 10 minutes, Hermione had finished adding the last essential ingredient and then turned to face him.

"Are you going to help or just watch me do all of the work?"

"Option number two sounds good to me."

"Malfoy! We're supposed to do this together!"

"I would help but, you just look like you're enjoying yourself so much....I wouldn't want to cramp your style."

"How did you make it as Head boy?! All you ever do is eat and sleep and have...stuff."

Draco grinned. "Stuff, Granger?"

"Yes, stuff! You're useless!"

Hermione began to count off the reasons why Draco was a lousy human being and she was so caught up in the whole thing that she did not notice when someone had passed by their table, nor did she notice when they had dropped something into her boiling cauldron as they grabbed the dragon liver from her bowl.

"- Reason number twelve, you spend too much time on your appearance rather than your school work! Reason number thirteen -"

"-Your time is up! You should have added your last ingredient. Now choose which one of you will test the potion," said Snape.

Hermione grabbed her wand, "Crap! Did I already add the liver? I don't remember! Malfoy did you..." she looked over at him and shook her head. "Of course you didn't. I must have already." She pointed her wand to the cauldron. "Desiortomon Enumeous!"

Snape approached Neville and Harry with a tray in hand carrying the cake, liver and dung. Neville gulped loudly and lifted the spoon to his mouth and took a sip of the potion. Almost instantly a crazed look washed over his face as he dove for the beetle dung in Snape's hand.

"DUNG! GIVE ME THAT DUNG!!" he yelled as he knocked into the tray and the bowl of dung fell onto the floor. Neville was almost in tears as he fell on his knees and began licking at the floor where the bowl had fallen. The class was laughing loudly as the madness in Neville's face washed away and he pushed himself off of the floor to take a seat next to Harry with his head bowed.

"That," Snape said coolly, "Is an example of over dosage. Tell me Potter, how much of the gratehook did you add to your potion?"

Harry lowered his eyes. "One leaf, like the book said."

Neville whimpered. "I thought that you said three leaves, Harry." The classroom filled with laughter once more. Snape continued on.

"Now then, Ms. Parkinson, who will be testing your potion?"

"I will professor," she said with her nose in the air. She brought the spoon to her mouth as the classroom was filled with the sound of her slurping. After she had set her spoon down Snape stepped forward.

"Ms. Parkinson," he said, "Would you like to try a cake?"

Pansy's eyes sparkled. "Oh yes, professor. Very much."

Snape took a step back, the cake in hand. Pansy whimpered.

"Are you sure, Ms. Parkinson? I hear it is rather fattening."

Pansy stood up from her chair and reached out for it. "Please," she ground out. "Give me a piece?"

"But Ms. Parkinson, what if I want to eat it?" He rose the cake to his mouth as if to take a bite. Pansy screamed.

"NO! GIVE IT TO ME! I NEED IT!!"

Draco snorted at Hermione's side. "I've heard that before." Hermione ignored him.

Snape handed Pansy the cake which she instantly shoved into her mouth. After she had swallowed she quickly lowered herself into her chair.

"Well done," Snape said. "As you all could see, the longer Ms. Parkinson went without the object she so desire, the more intense the desire became." He turned to walk toward Hermione's desk. "Let's see how our Head Girl and Boy faired, shall we?" Draco began to reach for the potion but Hermione roughly pushed his hands away. She confidently lifted the spoon to her mouth and took a sip and then....nothing. She felt absolutely nothing.

Snape chuckled. "Well then, looks like you're not perfect in everything, are you Granger? What a surprise..." Snape walked away from their table.

Hermione frowned as her mind thought back to what she might have done wrong. She really didn't remember ever adding the liver, but where else could it have gone? Well, that was the only explanation so....

Hermione paused as she lifted her nose to the air.

.....What is that smell? It smells - amazing! Like the air after a storm...

Hermione closed her eyes and breathed in deeply as she pivoted her head in the direction where the smell seemed to come from...

"Oi, Granger, what in the hell are you doing?"

Hermione opened her eyes and realized with horror that, she was...sniffing...Malfoy! She looked up at his face and she couldn't help but notice at the moment how handsome he was. His long blond hair that was usually greased back was now hanging loosely around his face, complimenting it's strong form and sharp cheek bones. His deep grey eyes looked even deeper today. His mouth....his mouth looked simply delicious.

Maybe I should taste him...

The bell sounded as Hermione was pulled out of her trance. She stood up abruptly and headed out the door. As soon as she was out of sight she flung her back against the wall and lowered herself to the floor.

"What in the bloody hell was that?!" She thought aloud. "I actually wanted to kiss him!" Almost instantly the image of that night long ago when Draco had taken her mouth forcefully onto his and nibbled at her neck came to mind. She moaned lightly as her head fell into her hands. Draco in a bed sheet was what she saw as she closed her eyes. His rippling body thick with sweat and his hair hung around his face, a few pieces covering over his eyes. And suddenly the image of Draco on top of her forced its way into her mind. His eyes where staring down into hers as he pounded ruthlessly into her body. He licked lightly at his lips as he let out a soft moan, "Hermione. Ooh Hermione...."

"Hermione?"

She lifted her head to see a concerned Ron standing above her,

"Are you alright? You look awfully flushed. Maybe I should take you to see the nurse?" He asked.

It was obvious at the moment that he did not see the hungry look in Hermione's eyes, nor the desperation that washed over her face as she stood up and lunged herself into his arms and pushed her lips onto his. Ron gasped, but after a moment of shock, brought his arms slowly around her. Hermione licked at his lips and he opened them, allowing her to snake her tongue through and explore the inside of his mouth. But Hermione found with a growl, that he just didn't taste right. She pulled away.

"Her-Hermione?" Ron gasped.

"Ron! Please, I need you to touch me," she begged as she grabbed his hands and placed them on her breasts. Ron's eyes widened as he began to softly squeeze the large mounds in his hands. He was awkward and slow and Hermione wanted to cry in frustration. "No, Ron! Like this," she said as she pressed down firmly on his hands to make him squeeze harder. His eyes rose up to hers in confused arousal. Hermione sobbed as she pushed his hands off of her and backed away. She quickly grabbed at her bag and ran in the direction of her common room without even a glance in Ron's direction.

Hermione was running blind. Her body was pulsing and searching for something. Deep down, she knew exactly what it was, but she just could bring herself to admit it. She ran into her common room door and flung her bag down onto the floor with a sob.

She hadn't noticed the other person in the room.

"What's your problem, Granger...."

All Draco saw was her face filled with a crazed hunger before she flung herself at him.

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A.N.

Here you go! Chapter number 3!

Thank you so much for those of you that reviewed. It's probably the only reason I'm continuing. You made me feel all gushy inside (in a non-creepy way).

Thank you for reading!

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