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Squirm	By : Alcoholic_Rootbeer Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 28992 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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I have to say, I didn't expect such a big turn out for this story, and I'm pleasantly surprised. I love the theories (which I cannot confirm nor deny), and I ask everyone to keep them coming.
~A.
Tonight's kill is neater than it's felt in months. I seem to have more focus and control over the situation, which makes the dully ringing in my ears lessen. I've found a steady cadence in the repetition of it all. The most tedious part is the cleanup, but even it can't deter me from my consequential buzz sifting around in my brain like a swarm of satisfied honey bees. There's always a small sliver of my heart which aches, and I'm unsure if it's due to a manifesting guilt or a heart condition I have yet discover. Either way, I try to ignore it as I sluff off my attire and step into the warm cascade of shower water. Crimson instantly spills down between my toes before making its way down the drain. I bring my shaking fingers up to my face, eyeing my discolored nail beds, flaked with dried blood.
Last night was different than normal. Maybe it's why I feel so complete tonight. She will never know what she does to me, but her knowledge on the subject doesn't stop the onslaught of endorphins rushing to my brain at her very thought.
I can't help when my hand slips between my legs and grips my cock in earnest. All I can see is her stubborn brown eyes and pouty lips. All I can hear is her voice filled with merit. I allow my mind to wander to the night before, and how she brings clarity to my ever blurry world.
It's not the first time I find myself wandering the streets of Diagon Alley. As a boy, this was a casual pastime to sate my growing curiosity of the world outside my parents' comfy mansion. When I grew older, I became less fascinated with the people and more with the architecture. People came and go like ants in lines, mindless drones to contribute to the hill. But I've always found the scenic routes most appealing, so I absolve myself of the lunchtime rushes in search of quiet nuances. I find if I tuck myself in dark alleyways to pass between the loud, as it tends to set me off.
It's also where I happen to run into her again.
She stands at the entryway of the quaint path, a hoard of books stacked ten high in her arms. It's obvious she's taken this way for the same reason I have -to avoid the bustle. She sighs, looking for a break in the crowd in which to take her leave, but the current of witches and wizards on the streets will have none of it. The imbecilic prats are preparing for Christmas, which sits only a fortnight away. A chill bewitches the air today, causing a shiver to skitter down her spine.
I stand behind her at a crossroad. I could simply turn the other way, ignore her, and pretend she doesn't exist at work, like I normally do, or… or I could speak to her. Either one seems detrimental to my health, so I take the selfish route.
"Doing a bit of light reading for the holidays?"
Her back stiffens, and Hermione Granger turns around to face me, eyebrows set in curiosity. "Gifts, actually. One for each of my friends." She swallows a lump in her throat, drawing my attention to her slender neck, covered by a burgundy scarf, no doubt handmade. "Still enjoy skulking in dark alleys, I see. And I thought you might have grown out of it."
"You know what they say about old habits," I reply, making quick work of my smirk. I do note the subtle reddening of her cheeks, but I chalk it up to the weather. It most certainly wouldn't have anything to do with me. Reaching for the book on the top of her stack, I read the title, "Twenty-One Ways to Improve Your Cooking Skills With Magic."
"For Harry," she says instantly, "He nearly burnt the kitchen down two months ago trying to make a keish for Ginny." We stare each other down for a few moments before she adds, "Not that you care. Please, put the book back on the pile and I'll be on my way."
But I'm having too much fun. I snatch the next one and pile it on the first. "Bubbling His Cauldron." My smirk turns to an all-out grin, despite my best efforts to remain neutral.
"Ginny."
Before she can protest, I begin to steal each one with quick movements, giving them a once over. Her reddened cheeks turn all out crimson when I take my guesses. I hold up a copy of 'One Hundred and One Plants of Eastern Europe'- "Let's see… Longbottom, I imagine."
"Malfoy, this is highly unprofessional."
"Yes… it would be if we were working. As it is-" The next book in my hands is 'Fantastic Beasts and Where To Find Them' –"Loony Lovegood, I imagine? Assuming you still keep up with school chums." I then eye her over. "Yes, you seem the type."
"It's not for Luna," she says, attempting to grab it back, but she isn't quick enough to counter my speed. It's so entirely glorious knowing how I could ruin her entire day if I wanted. Hell, I could ruin her life. I could always leave her a bloody corpse under the mistletoe to meet her when she returned home. Preferably Weasley's lifeless husk. Even if it goes against what I stand for.
"Weasley? I'm quite sure we might be able to ascertain his species from this book. Bless his mother for taking him in…"
She narrows her eyes and jerks the book from my hand. I let her.
"For your information, it is not for Ron." She snatches all of her books from my clutches and restacks them in her arms. "None of them are, actually."
That all too familiar lurker of curiosity rears its ugly head, peering over my shoulder and whispering in my ear, 'Prod her.'
"Yes, I suppose he'll be receiving something a bit more intimate. Care to share with the class?"
And just like that, I've stoked the aggravation out of her as if she was a cauldron of bubbling potion about to spill over. "Oh, yes. I plan to spoil him with loads of sex for Christmas. Sex everywhere! On the countertops! On the roof! No surface is safe. -Is that what you'd like to hear, you depraved worm?"
"Only if it's true," I quip. "And don't skimp the details."
"Oh, for Heaven's…" She rolls her eyes and turns away from me, towards the street. "You're absolutely incorrigible!"
"Buy Weasley a dictionary for Christmas!" I leer back at her. "I bet he doesn't even know the meaning of the word!"
I think that's it -we've said our peace, and we'll go about our daily lives as if we were never a part of one another's. But then she stops just short of the street, looks over her shoulder, and says, "I hope, for your sake, one day you'll grow out of your childishness. Happy Christmas, Malfoy."
And just like that, she's wriggled inside my chest like an infectious disease taking hold of my body. My ears flood with my pulse. I've forgotten how to breathe. Something worse than fluid fills my lungs -it's a sense of regret for being such an arse.
"Granger!"
She turns around.
I take a step forward. "I… You, too. Happy Christmas."
Something like a smile, but much more ethereal, crosses her lips, and she nods. "Thank you."
And then she melts into the throng of Christmas shoppers. My body follows, despite my mind commanding it to do otherwise, but I stop just short of the streets as the overwhelming sounds of a baby's shrill cry pierces my ears. I cover them automatically, trying to drown out the thick prickle inside my eardrums like someone is jamming nails into my brain. I step back from the street and retreat into the alleyway again, defeated because my demons are calling to me again, as well as that insufferable itch of impulse that will, inevitably, need to be scratched.
Fuck, I can't get her out of my head no matter what I do. This will be the third time tonight I've stroked myself, hoping for relief. There's a want in me to know what she is doing at this very moment and no way to find out. It's infuriating, and I coax my length with my fingers, pretending it's her lovely, insubordinate mouth. I imagine the struggle -because there's no way in Hell she would suck me off without a fight. In my mind, she gags on my cock and glares up at me with tears in her eyes. I smirk, thinking of how lovely she would look with saliva dripping down her chin. Thinking of her bound with her arms behind her back, on her knees, tits exposed -it makes me ravenous. Hungry. Merlin, what I would give to feel that soft, wet tongue on my sack.
"Fuck…"
Just a bit more. I can feel the buildup in my lower abdomen, and I know I'm so close to coming. I'm sent over the edge when I think of spilling my cum down her throat mercilessly while she sobs. I'm not sure why she needs to be angry and upset with me in my mind. It might be my way with coping, knowing she will never see me the way I see her.
The water turns lukewarm as I catch my breath, a heat spread over my cheeks.
After drying, dressing, and dishonoring all of my pureblood roots by fantasizing about a mudblood, I find myself wandering the halls aimlessly. Most of the paintings don't dare look me in the eyes anymore. They're much too fearful of what I might do. The last time one attempted to approach me after witnessing my evil deeds, I slashed it to shreds. Now, they cower in fear. Wonderful. As they should. I've crossed over that line of humanity long ago into the unknown. All that's left to do is wait for my penance, one day.
Eventually, I make my way to the den, pour myself a glass of absinth, and prepare for an evening of dark brooding. That is, until my floo flares to life, and a parcel is tossed through the green flames and onto the floor. I raise an eyebrow, strolling over to whatever has just shot out of my fireplace. The flames douse out immediately, severing the connection.
It's a gift, swathed in ridiculous wrapping paper donned with snowflakes. On it is a note.
'Don't open until Christmas'
Smirking, I disobey immediately, ripping at the paper until I reveal its contents. A book. 'Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them.' I open the front cover to find an inscription written.
'Thought you would appreciate this first publishing as much as myself. Wishing you a merry happy. ~Hermione'
Please leave your thoughts. Shall update soon. :3
~A.
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