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Draco 1/2 - Completed	By : hermy Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 5546 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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- 3-3
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- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10: Prologue or Prelude?
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Draco Malfoy was scrubbing his skin
raw, from being infested by the Gryffindor�s common room. All of the
damned.... He continued to scrub himself. Figures. Granger turns out to be
a Gryffindor slut! As if he hadn�t done the same thing with other Slytherin
girls . . . his inner voice hammered into him like thorns. His face
scrunched up in irritation. Pansy. Maybe she will take his mind off . . and
teach him a thing or two about what sluts can really do. Suddenly he
realized that Pansy hadn�t been paying attention to him lately. That was odd.
Draco shrugged, thinking it was nice he got a vacation from the queen of all
that was clingy and wantonness. Later, he�d find Pansy and do his business.
Perhaps, some other pliable girls from Hufflepuff could do him a world of good.

Draco shut his eyes, and his
thoughts involuntarily drifted to his conversation with Dumbledore. The cursed
old man.

He had to save his own skin, and
spill all. He may have even mixed his own facts up; Crabbe was the mastermind
and he just went along for the ride. Once a Slytherin, always a Slytherin.
Fortunately, the headmaster didn�t subject him to the Penseive. He just took
one look, and sized Draco up. Dumbledore nodded with a hidden smile.

�Apologize, Draco. All will be
right.�

�What?! But�Father will hear
about this!� Draco almost sputtered. The very idea!

�Would you earn the trust of
Hogswarts back another way?� Dumbledore smiled slyly, ignoring his threat.
Draco cursed silently. The old man was wily. Father was wrong. He didn�t lose
all of his marbles . . at least, not most of them.

�I will take that as a yes. Now,
be careful and serious about the conditions . . . � He proceeded on trapping
Draco craftily.

�What conditions?! You are
crazy, old man!� Draco scowled, but he was listening.

The old man knew it, too.

�You can assume the duties of a
house elf and your old house elf will be your supervisor . . OR . . �
Dumbledore cleared his throat, making Draco wince.

�Or?� Draco sarcastically
prodded him on.

Dumbledore looked down at him
with a gentle calculating look, and told him.

�Bloody hell! What does it mean?
You...!� Draco cried out in horror.

�You will get all the pains and
lessons only a woman can learn. Then you may tell me what you have learned at
the end of the year.�

�I will apologize.� He stiffly
responded, every inch a Malfoy. Dumbledore simply nodded. It infuriated Draco,
anyway.

Draco groaned. Much good that did
him. Maybe if he just did nothing, and Dumbledore wouldn�t take such ridiculous
action such as making him a house elf or a woman. The fucking nerve. He�d
rather be a woman, since he couldn�t bear being slave to his OLD house elf. The
hot water beat his tender flesh with every drop, and he savored it. He
continued to shut his eyes. That last thought sealed his fate.

Something incredible was
happening�a soft red glow started to leap out all over his glistening and naked
body. His hair grew to his shoulders, while his quidditch-hardened body started
to take a more feminine form. Breasts grew to a B cup. Draco muttered something
under breath, and stepped out of the shower�slipped hard on his ass, and cursed
loudly.

�Fucking old man!� He picked
himself up slowly, still naked. He felt differently, but he was too distracted
to notice. For some reason he felt a lot light in the nether regions but
rather, heavier on his upper body. Then he came up to his fogged up mirror . .
with another curse, he wiped the fog off with one swipe.

Draco blinked at his reflection. What
in the holy name of Merlin?

That did it. He screamed in a
high-pitched horror, and blackness blissfully soon came. Hopefully it would
last for ever and ever.

It didn�t. Draco groaned, when he
rubbed his throbbing head from the second fall. He limped towards his bed, and
slowly sat on it; not without groaning all the way. That figures. The old
man actually did it. He was not going to live this down!

He cautiously touched his
magically-lengthened platinum blonde hair. Still damp. How the hell did girls
dry their hair? Draco usually just put gel in his hair and that was it. He
hoped Dumbledore didn�t expect him to act like a girl! So that�s it, he would
act on the contrary; be a man. Draco had heard of muggle women who wore the
pants in their families instead of the husbands, and thought the husbands
pansy-waisted. Now he wasn�t so sure.

Snap out of it, cocksucker! Use
your Slytherinish cunning to get out of this . . . pedicament. Some
counterspell, anything. You should�ve paid more attention in Transfiguration!

But first, he was more curious about his new body.
Draco remembered once bragging if he had tits and a vagina, he would never
leave his room. It was the time to prove that hypothesis correct. He smiled,
his cheeks flushed from the very thought. A hand reached to caress a tender
breast, and a moan escaped his lips. A rosy nipple tingled at the bare touch of
his roving fingers, and he was determined to solve the feminine secrets for the
next few hours. A growing, warm tingling wetness grabbed his attention now.
Draco, flushed, stared at his yoni. The
very petals of womanhood that could drive a man into insanity. It was covered
by nearly white hair that was otherwise bushy. Still, Draco didn�t care to trim
it. Why should he? He wasn�t planning on getting laid like a bitch in heat! He
shuddered violently at the idea of writhing under Ron or Harry. Draco would
rather have Hermione writhing UNDER him! Her sleek, slim legs plied apart . . .
for the taking, with her long hair flowing everywhere . . . like a wood nymph . . He suddenly tensed up at the erotic imagery,
feeling like he could melt into a puddle. Hermione? Goddamn. Why did he keep thinking about her? Since that accursed
day in Diagon Alley . . . goddamn
fucking shit! It added a complication to his plans. Draco hated complications.
It required more energy than what was necessary.

He grumbled, and then picked himself up. He gave his
feminine breasts a small slap, and they bounced merrily as if to mock him.
Today was the worst day in his life, and he would see to it that Hermione paid
dearly for it. Very dearly. Draco collapsed into a long sleep without dreams
but of plans to make a certain brunette Gryffindor pay through her pretty nose.
Her little friends would also pay.

�That ferret-faced bastard!� Ron was roaring outside
of Hermione�s locked Head room, �Oh, Mion . . . I�m sorry, let�s talk about
this, okay? Don�t keep me locked out. You gotta let somebody in eventually, you
know?� He softened his tone for her benefit. No answer. Ron ran a hand through
his cherry-wild mane, and sighed.

�I�ll . . be in the library, if you change your mind.
I just hope you�re okay! I just don�t like you being hurt like this. That weasel
will pay!� He promised, and then left her door unattended. Ron decided he would
also check on his new girlfriend in a couple of hours if she didn�t meet him at
the library as he hoped she would.

Hermione was so angry she could spit out bullets. If
only she could put muggle bullets between Draco�s eyes, except she feared there
would be nothing to penetrate beyond that. Draco Malfoy had NO brains, no
matter what they said about Slytherins actually having some with their cunning
and all! Her chest heaved, and she perused her work of destruction around the
room. Hermione sighed slightly from relief, because she remembered to put a
silence charm on her room so nobody would hear the chaos. She hated chaos, and
strived for some order in her life. Yet she was failing miserably here! All
because of that Draco Malfoy, the annoying little weasel. For once, she was at
her wits� end.

�So, okay, lemme get this straight�you guys kissed,
and then Draco�� Harry looked at Ron with a bland expression, �barged on you?
Then she ran off? Didn�t respond to your calls?� Ron nodded affirmately to
every word. Harry shook his head, �That�s not like Hermione. She would have��

�But she didn�t!� Ron cried, penetrating his
thoughts. �What if she doesn�t like me? I didn�t behave as a boyfriend would..
you know I�m new at this sort of thing, Harry!�

Harry softened his look, knowing how sensitive Ron
could be. He put a gentle hand on Ron�s shoulder, �Ron, it�s not your fault.
Things are just weird now. We�re all 17 years old now. You know, different.
Since Voldemort was vanquished, our lives are nearly back to normal. We�re
just, you know, used to the bad things. Now we have to get used to the good
things. Even if Draco Malfoy still exists in the picture. He got caught for a
bad turn done to us, and Dumbledore is taking care of it,�

�You seem so sure of that, Harry. I just can�t help
but feel��

�Ron, please, go to bed. All things will seem clearer
tomorrow with a good night�s sleep. I promise. That got me through the�,� Harry
left that unsaid, knowing Ron would understand. Fortunately, Ron caught on to
that. He wasn�t as thick-headed as some would think. Harry shot him a ghost of
a smile.

�Yes, I�m sorry I went on and went, and thank you for
being a friend. I can�t help but think Hermy and I ruined a good thing by being
a couple, though. Good night. I should check on her, anyway.� He muttered,
still remembering the sweet kiss he shared with Hermione earlier.

Ron, you dork. Harry smiled, as his redheaded friend exited the
library. The lights went out soon afterwards. A shadow rustled behind him.
Harry held his smile, removed his glasses, and turned around. He didn�t need
the glasses for prescription ever since he learned to repair his eyesight with
a healing charm taught by Poppy Pomfrey years ago.

�Harry�we can�t continue this, it�s just crazy with
both of us being in different Houses�my family would never�Draco�oh my god!�
Pansy whispered nearly inaudibly, looking at him expectantly with her perfectly
manicured nails raking through her saloon-perfect medium long hair. Harry
obligingly cut her off with a searing kiss.

�Hmm, no talk. More kissin�, my love. Okay?� Harry
murmured tiredly, his voice thickening like caramel. Pansy could only nod at
this brief respite, and started to pull off Harry�s robes. Harry sighed
contentedly, helping her out of her own robes as well. Then their feverish
bodies met once again in the darkness.

Harry could not wait any longer, and he lifted the
panting blonde�s bottom higher so it was positioned over his glistening cock.
Pansy felt his cock rearing his head at her wet entrance, and emitted a moan.
She shifted her hips to allow it access, and Harry didn�t hesitate. In the
hungry cock went. Deeper and deeper. They started their own rhythm slowly until
a more faster pace was agreed upon. Harry pumped into her for all what he was
worth while holding her legs under his arms, and she eagerly met him blow for
blow with her arms wrapped around his neck. Harry inched towards something
slowly on his feet, with his heavy load in consideration. They hit a nearby
table, and then Pansy freed her arms to support herself from the top of the
table. Harry quickly swung her legs over his shoulders, so he could bury
himself deeper within the pulsating mound of his love. Pansy cried her release,
just as Harry was about to come; he tensed up and gave it one hard and final
thrust before crying out. Pansy�s wet and throbbing cunt drained him of his
load eagerly. Harry panted, giving her a few more slow thrusts before
disengaging himself completely. They both panted, and held each other for a
long time without words. The world was perfect for them on this night.
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