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The Homerun Blues	By : Padfoot Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 62929 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter
4

Hermione
nervously bit her lip as yesterday�s events played itself over and over again in
front of her eyes.

The
things she had done yesterday in McGonagall�s office... it was insane! She
had ripped open her own shirt, for crying out loud! Ripping your own clothing is one of
those things people only do in cheap porn.
Heck, the entire thing had basically resembled a runaway scene from a
porn film!

Malfoy
pushing her against the desk, his rough manhandling caused an extra shot of
arousal to shoot throughout her body.

Malfoy�s
hands enclosing her breasts and his tongue doing incredible things to her
nipples while his soft silvery-blond hair sensuously brushed against her
skin.

Who was
she kidding? If that was porn, she
would have to declare herself a porn-fan.
The whole thing had been dead sexy and she knew it.

But the
strangest thing of all was: Malfoy hadn�t made fun of her for anything she had
done. He could have used anything;
the fact that she had been so aroused that she had fallen out of her seat, the
pouncing on him in the corridor, the shirt-ripping, the thigh-riding...
anything.

Yet he
hadn�t.

In fact,
he had seemed to be about as shaken up about it as she was.

Normally,
Hermione would take it as a rejection, that he found her physically unattractive
and therefore chose to avoid her.

But this
was Malfoy, who surely would have verbalised his opinions about her body if that
had been the case.

Hermione
wondered what was going through Malfoy�s head right now.

*


�No, mister Malfoy, I haven�t been able to find an antidote yet,�
Professor Snape drawled in annoyance, while not looking up from his
cauldron. �You can�t rush a potion,
especially not one as complex as this.
Now if you would please leave me to my work I might be able to get it
ready sooner.�


Draco sighed in defeat.


�Fine,� he said, sauntering out of the dungeon.


This was all wrong.


Draco�s
plan had been to pleasure Granger whenever she needed it and additionally make
hurtful comments to her about it.
Therefore, he�d be doing as he had been told, yet he�d be getting his
amusement by pestering Granger from a new level; one in which she seemed to get
tongue-tied.


There really was no room in the plan to have Draco himself getting
affected by the whole ordeal.


Then why had yesterday�s debacle left him more aroused than he had ever
been before?


Before he had been able to rejoin the lesson, he had been forced to run
into the first available bathroom stall and wank off. He had violently come under the strokes
of his own hand, accompanied with mental pictures of the Head Girl writhing
beneath him.


Whatever his encounter with Granger had been, it clearly was something
that agreed with Draco�s libido. It
might have been Granger who he had been feeling up, but Draco wasn�t
oblivious to the highly exotic nature of their encounter. He, the Head Boy, had practically been
shagging the Head Girl on the Deputy Head Mistress� desk.

You�d
have to be dead on the inside not to find that idea arousing.

Granger
was like forbidden fruit, unattainable and a challenge. It wasn�t the fruit itself that was so
appealing, but the fact that it was forbidden made it so desirable.

Still,
Draco had to admit that the fruit itself turned out to be quite appealing
too. Turned out Granger has a
really nice rack hidden under those robes.
Draco couldn�t help but to wonder what other magnificent surprises she
had hidden under there.

Too
bad he wasn�t allowed to go any further than playing around with the fruit while
it was still on the tree. It had
been made very clear to him by Professor McGonagall that if it turned out that
he had done any �plucking�, he�d be severely punished.

Stupid
old bint! She probably hasn�t
gotten laid since war against Grindelwald and now wants to ruin everyone else�s
sex-life in the process.

Still,
he couldn�t afford to let himself show his lust for Granger. It would make him look weak and he
wasn�t about to let that happen when he had the upper hand.

If
only he himself could get some release out of this arrangement... but no!

Damn
stupid footnotes!

*


�You�ve never had a bikini-wax before?� Ginny asked incredulously.


�No,� Hermione answered.
Thus far, she had only used a basic hair-remover, which only worked for a
day or two. Without knowing how
long it would take for the next lust-craze to kick in, Hermione needed something
that would last longer. The thought
that Malfoy might have to poke around her nether regions was dreadful enough;
she really didn�t want him to peek inside her knickers while that region had
been left unattended for... quite some time now.


�Oh, you�re in for a treat� Ginny said sarcastically while Hermione
followed her into the girl�s bathroom in Gryffindor tower. While Hermione stood aside, Ginny
started rummaging through her toiletries, pulled out a little cardboard box and
handed it to Hermione.


�What do you think I should do with it?� Hermione asked.


�The instructions are on the box,� Ginny said.


�No, no,� Hermione said, already being aware of that fact. �I mean...
what �shape� do you think is most appealing?�


Ginny snorted in merriment.


�I don�t know,� she answered amusedly.


�What kind of wax do you usually do?� Hermione asked.


�A Belgian wax,� Ginny answered casually.


�A Belgian wax?� Hermione
asked intrigued, never having heard of that one. �What kind of wax is
that?�


�A regular one,� Ginny answered matter-of-factly. �It just hurts so damn much I always
treat myself to a waffle afterwards.�


�Oh, shut up!� Hermione
smirked, giving Ginny a playful shove.


�What�s your sudden interest in your bikini-zone anyway? Are you expecting someone to give you
head?� Ginny asked with gleeful sarcasm as they made their way back to the
Gryffindor common room.


�No!� Hermione said brusquely, her cheeks abruptly turning a
violent shade of red. Suddenly
Ginny�s hand grabbed her arm and twisted her around to face
her.


�OH MY GOD!� Ginny
squealed. �You are, aren�t
you?�


Hermione swallowed nervously and looked at her feet, knowing she�d been
figured out. Perhaps a part of her
had wanted Ginny to find out, needing someone to talk to about this. When she nodded in confirmation, Ginny
seemed about ready to explode with giddiness. Without saying anything, she grabbed
Hermione by the wrist and dragged her up towards the sixth year girls� dorm,
which was vacant at this hour in the afternoon.


�WHO?� Ginny shrieked excitedly, setting herself down on the bed opposite
Hermione.


Hermione sighed.


�Okay, swear you won�t freak out!�


�I swear!� she squealed, bouncing up and down in
excitement.


�Okay, first you should know
that this isn�t exactly a conventional situation,� Hermione said slowly. �You see... it�s kind of an
accident.�


At this, Ginny frowned.


�How can this possibly be an accident?� she asked. �He tripped and his face fell on your
crotch?�


�Ginny!� Hermione
scolded. �No! And besides, we haven�t done it
yet!�


�And who�s �we�, exactly?�
Ginny asked curiously.


�I�m getting to that,� Hermione said dismissively. �In short, it�s like this: he poisoned
me with a lust potion which forces him to... �relieve� me at unset times,
something which wasn�t his initial plan.
Professor Snape is now working on an antidote to solve this mess, but in
the meantime I�ve already had two �episodes� and I�m not about to assume that
there�s not going to be a third.�


When Hermione stopped talking to wait for a reaction from Ginny, which
she was sure she�d be getting soon, but instead found her friend looking at her
somewhat owlishly.


�He... poisoned you?�
Ginny asked incredulously.


�Yes,� Hermione nodded.


�Oh my gosh, Hermione!� Ginny said compassionately, moving over the hold
her hand in comfort. �I can�t
believe someone would do something as horrendous as that. Who is it?�


�It�s Malfoy,� Hermione answered.


At this revelation, Ginny seemed about ready to cry with compassion. She enveloped Hermione into a tight,
emotion-filled hug and soothingly started rubbing her
back.


�I�m so sorry, Hermione!� she said benevolently.


�It�s okay, Gin,� Hermione said, gently patting her friend on the back in
return. �I�m dealing with it.�


Hermione noted that Ginny seemed to be more upset about her situation
than she was. She frowned at
this realisation. Was there
something wrong with her? Shouldn�t
she feel more upset? It was indeed
Malfoy after all. Sure, she
felt uneasy by the intimacy of their encounters, but part of her enjoyed the
thrill of almost sleeping with the enemy.
She really wasn�t going to start feeling guilty for feeling this
way! The whole thing wasn�t her
fault after all.


�I don�t know how you could,� Ginny replied while letting go of
Hermione. �I�d jump of the
Astronomy Tower if I was in your place.
I mean, it�s Malfoy!�


�I know,� Hermione nodded knowingly. �But it�s not all that bad,
honestly. I mean, he�s hygienic,
he�s handsome and he knows what he�s doing. It could have been worse. It could have been Goyle.�


Hermione had expected Ginny
to at least crack a smile at this, but her friend didn�t seem to be in a
humorous mood.


�Oh Gosh, Hermione,� Ginny said in a mild whisper. �You�re not... enjoying this, are
you?�




�Oh Merlin, no!� Hermione
exclaimed, only being half truthful.


�Good,� Ginny said. �Because
you know where this will end otherwise, don�t you?�


�Where?� Hermione asked with
a frown.


�You�ll probably end up developing a crush on Malfoy,� Ginny said
knowingly.


�What?� Hermione
squealed. �You�re joking
right?�


Ginny shook her head in denial.


�Hermione... you�re a virgin right?�


�Yeah,� she replied somewhat sheepishly.


�Don�t let his touches get to you!�
Ginny said firmly. �Even if
you don�t fancy him, this whole thing will be all new and exciting. The fact that no one has ever touched
you this intimately before probably will confuse you and make you think you have
feelings for him that aren�t really there.�




Hermione smiled empathetically, remembering Ginny�s heartbreak over Dean
last year. She knew she had come to
the right person to talk to about this.

�Just
don�t confuse lust with love,� Ginny said wisely as she comfortingly patted
Hermione on the hand. �It�s an easy
mistake to make, especially in the beginning.�


�Don�t worry, Gin,� Hermione said.
�The only thing I want is to get through this... �thing� the best way I
can. That�s all.�


Ginny nodded in comprehension, although she didn�t seem 100% convinced.


�Meanwhile... what do I do with this?� Hermione asked, holding up the
wax-strips.


Ginny bit her lip in contemplation.


�I�d say... wax the edges and carefully trim the rest with a pair of
scissors,� Ginny said decisively.


�Okay,� Hermione said, agreeing with Ginny�s suggestion.


�Although...� Ginny said with an amused smirk. �If you�re busy down there anyway, you
could try to work in a shape or something.�


Hermione frowned in disbelief.


�And make Malfoy think I did it for him?� Hermione asked. �No thank you.�


�I don�t know...� Ginny said evilly. �I�d sure like to see his face when he
notices that you -oh, I don�t know- shaved a lightning bolt in your pubes?�


Hermione choked on this suggestion and started laughing. That indeed would be an amusing sight to
see. But Hermione stopped laughing
when she noticed Ginny�s contemplative facial expression.


�No!� Hermione said
warningly, knowing what she was thinking.


�Oh please, you have to do this!� Ginny said pleadingly.


�No!� Hermione
repeated. �Not in a million
years. I�m not shaving Harry�s scar
in my pubic hair!�


�Please!� Ginny
whined. �Think about Malfoy. It would kill him! Harry Potter haunting him all the way
into the bedchamber... it�s hilarious!�


�No!�


�Please!�


�No!�


�Please!�


�I said: NO!�

**********

End
of Chapter 4

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