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Chapter List
- 1-Control
- 2-Hell
- 3-Hallway
- 4-Pond
- 5-Steam
- 4
- 5
Title: Control
Author: Selena Snape
E-mail: green_liners@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, but the story is mine.
A/N: I love reviews! I'll be announcing chapters 4 and 5 in various D/H egroups soon. Final editing of these two chapters will also hopefully be finished by this week. Thank you all. ^_^
CHAPTER 5
After tossing her red and gold scarf aside, he grabbed the back of her head to keep her in place as his mouth took hers. With a little moan, she put her arms around his neck and raised herself on her toes to better meet his lips. His other arm helped her, braced her body against him, effectively erasing any space there might have been between them. His tongue darted out to entwine itself with hers.
The students in the Great Hall cheered.
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The sound of the crowd especially that of the boys' howling and hooting snapped Hermione to attention. Feeling the blood rush to her cheeks, she tore her eyes away from the sight of the couple kissing. But when she closed her eyes, she could still see his tongue, could almost feel it on her, in her.
She opened her eyes but found she couldn't really see any of the things going on around her. All she was aware of was the rapid, turbulent beating of her heart.
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Parvati Patil was eyeing the plethora of reactions going across Granger's face with much interest. From her vantage point, as she leaned, panting slightly, against Draco's sweatered chest, she watched the girl get up from her seat and hurriedly leave the Great Hall.
Slipping her hands even lower on Draco's back, she snuggled up to his warm body. He, in turn, stroked her hair.
She tried to keep her voice clear of suspicion and instead put on a teasing air when she spoke against his shoulder.
"I think your little friend was watching us."
Draco responded with a soft snigger. "Let her."
Something in the way he had said that made her look up. She knew what he wanted.
This time, however, their kiss did not go uninterrupted.
Alerted by the din, Professor McGonagall surprised all the students by, first, making a rare lunchtime presence in the Hall and, second, by appearing directly beside the teenagers torridly making out. She had never before used magic to achieve the same effect in the campus grounds.
Ms. Patil, to her satisfaction, looked quite a bit embarrassed though she tried to appear composed. Mr. Malfoy, however, showed no remorse for his actions.
Clearing her throat and trying her best to add greater severity to her words, Professor McGonagall spoke thus: "The two of you should know better than to do such things in public. Or, if you cannot be ashamed for yourselves, be mindful of those who are younger. They are not prepared to witness such acts!"
Her eyes narrowed.
"They should not be made to do so either. Ms. Patil, this is behavior very unbecoming a young woman. And you, Mr. Malfoy, I expected more of a prefect and from someone who could very well be the —" Stopping herself before she could say more of what she should not, she instead went on to reprimand them.
"You will, of course, be punished." At the look of horror on Parvati Patil's face, and the protective stance assumed by Padma, her twin, who came into sight near her, Minerva was tempted to take back what she had just said or at the very least discuss these matters in private. On the other hand, she reasoned to herself, they had decided to exhibit themselves and so it is only fitting that the repercussions be made in public as well.
"You will be put in detention every night for a week commencing today."
Seeing the glint in the eye and the shadow of a smile on Draco Malfoy's face, she hurriedly added, "In separate rooms, of course!"
Addressing the rest of those present, she said, "Now, no more of this foolishness. Since no one seems to be using this time to eat, everyone will be made to report to his or her class within five minutes. Now, go!"
Much grumbling and shuffling of feet ensued.
"Oh well, I needed time to make an Arithmancy paper anyway," the blond boy said before turning away and walking out of the room, leaving the two astonished Patil sisters alone.
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Hermione looked up from the ancient, yellowed, and crumbling book in front of her with a curious look directed to the doorknob that had begun to turn. She heard the giggling just outside the room and the sound of something slamming against the wood of the door with a dull thump.
The door swung into the room abruptly from the weight of the two who had leaned on it. Draco and Parvati stumbled into the room. To say that the two looked disheveled would be an understatement.
Parvati's eyes widened and her hand yanked abruptly from where it had been under Draco's shirt before they filled with anger at the sight of Hermione. In an accusatory tone, she said, "You're not supposed to be here. You're always in the library."
In return, Hermione was tempted to ask if they were done cleaning the toilets yet. She had heard that that was what Parvati had been made to do for her detention during the prior week. She had no doubts that Malfoy, for his part, had been able to wheedle out of his fair share through some amount of smooth talking.
She was also sure it was he that found a way to get into the Gryffindor dormitory.
The civility and, Hermione supposes, what had been an acquaintance bordering on a shallow kind of friendship that she had had with Parvati and their other roommate Lavender had disappeared when her connection to Harry and Ron had.
She had always known the two girls were eyeing Harry as a prize catch- with his fame, fortune, pleasant face and form - and, as a result, was also aware that their treatment stemmed at least partially from her close association with the boy wizard. Without her famous friend, there was no longer a reason for them to act nicely towards her. It didn't help that Hermione had become withdrawn either.
Looking a little desperate, Parvati apologized profusely to Draco.
"I swear, I didn't know she was going to be in here. She's never here."
Tugging his hand, she beckoned to him.
"Let's go somewhere else. I know where there's a nice empty classroom, Draco - Draco?"
It was too late. His hands had left her body and were unconsciously fixing the collar of his shirt as he walked towards the girl seated on the bed.
Parvati remembered how Padma had repeatedly and adamantly warned her against having Draco Malfoy, the school jerk and egoist, as her boyfriend. Though she had seriously listened after being left to deal with her public humiliation in the Great Hall as well as scrubbing toilet bowls manually for a week without even a single sympathetic word from him, how could she not listen! she had forgotten all her resolutions and went with him to look for a place to kiss and make up. She was beginning to slap herself mentally.
Looking over Hermione's shoulder, Draco remarked, "Hmmm. Volume I of the _______ Reviewer, 2nd Edition published in 1564. I just received the 87th Edition yesterday through the mail. You could borrow it for a night. I'm sure you'd be finished reading it within that time. Besides, I can't read it yet anyway. I can't quite get past the last five numbers in the Herbology problem set."
Aside from Parvati's dagger looks directed to her, something inside Hermione told her she shouldn't do anything to worsen the situation much less respond to his obvious initiation of a study session for Herbology.
Nevertheless, her hands found a life of their own and picked up the scroll, which she had put on her bedside table, with her answers for the problem set. Draco pushed the comforter out of the way, sat on the bed and moved in beside Hermione.
To Parvati Patil's horror, Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger began a serious discussion on the merits of the water lily as an anesthetic on a bed inside the Gryffindor dormitory for girls.
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"Malfoy's getting away with quite a lot these days, don't you think?"
Hermione almost jumped from where she sat. She wasn't shocked with the sudden emergence of the comment when she had thought she was alone on a grassy area near the forest - she was trying out new and possibly more effective places to study - as much as she was with the person who had spoken it. She hadn't talked to Ron for over a year now.
"It's quite reminiscent of our old friend Harry, I think. He follows the general profile - rich, famous, good in Quidditch and—"
Looking meaningfully at her, Ron added, "With the girls, too."
What is it with you and the WRONG kind of man, Hermione?"
At that line, whatever decision Hermione had made to not respond to Ron's taunts was overturned.
"Oh, I don't know, Ronniekins. It must be the same irresistible, magnetic, and oh-so-dangerous attraction I have for you now. By the way, where are the thugs you call your friends? Are they named Crabbe and Goyle too?"
She was referring to what Ronald Weasley has become.
She had to hand it to him, though. He had definitely reinvented himself from the do-gooder if sometimes brash Potter sidekick to a school bully that could rival any of the Slytherins and even the infamous Malfoy back in the days when he wasn't so buried in books.
He was surrounded by younger students who were fervently loyal to him - perhaps seeing in themselves the same desire to rise above anonymity in any way available. It was said they resembled the worse kind of muggle fraternities in the way they preached brotherhood ... and violence. Quite a number of Ron's gang - who, Hermione noticed now, were lurking in small groups near the two of them as if guarding their master - are firsties and thus must have been impressionable and quite easy to turn. That doesn't mean they can't do serious damage. The Weasley name is famous again, thanks to Ron. His mother has become an even more frequent visitor to Dumbledore's office than she had ever been.
He, as he has become quite known for, overreacted and yelled at her.
"You NEVER liked me. Never! And DON'T NEVER compare me with the likes of those two! You hear me?!"
"Of course. You're yelling at me. How can I not?"
Hermione already expected the volcanic eruption of Ron's temper at her more-than-just-slightly-sarcastic comment. She wasn't even really listening to what he was saying. In her head, she was very calmly thinking of where to study now that her newly found venue has been discovered and disturbed.
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She squeezed the excess water from her hair.
Though it had been warm right after she had taken a hot shower, the Prefects' bathroom was beginning to lose its heat. The sudden chill Hermione felt reminded her to leave the place soon. She had lost track of time and hoped she had not stayed outside the dormitory beyond the curfew hours.
She checked that she had not left any of her things behind as she walked to the door. The portrait hiding the entrance to the bathroom swung out.
"Hello, Mudblood. You've been avoiding me," Draco said with a mocking smile.
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Draco's shoulder hit the wall of the train's corridor as the train went over a sharp bend on the tracks. His hand reached out to lean against a door handle before he straightened his body. When he raised his head, he saw the clouds of steam that flew steadily past the clear, glass window against the backdrop of a perfect blue summer sky.
His long legs easily cleared the many obstacles on the floor of the corridor - the cages of owls, piles of discarded school robes and neckties, discarded boxes of chocolate frogs, and even trunks uncaringly placed outside closed compartment doors. He moved towards the front of the train.
She slid open the compartment's door for him. Without any cue from Draco, she had somehow known when he had arrived.
She began untying the knot of her tie. Her sweater later joined it on the floor.
He watched her even as she approached and began to undress him. With trembling fingers, she undid his buttons one by one, faltering only slightly as she finished with the last one.
(A/N: This is soooooo CHEESY! You could eat this on top of crackers for someone's sake!!!!)
Unable to meet his, she kept her eyes downcast. She bit her lip and pushed his shirt back, off his shoulders, revealing his body to her. He was perfect.
She felt his hand curved behind her head. With an almost gentle and yet very persistent pressure, he brought her face to his chest. She took his nipple into her mouth and sucked.
Hermione closed her eyes. She let herself learn of his skin - of all of him that she could reach and explore - by his taste and how he felt against her lips.
Later, with quick and shallow breaths, he all but shoved her shoulders down, forcing her to kneel on the floor in front of him.
The train lurched violently, causing the trunks that had been heaped haphazardly on one side of the car to crash wildly on the floor, to hit the opposite wall of the compartment or even, for some, to bounce and slide back and forth the width of the car before they lost momentum. Cages fell, freeing some of their occupants who commenced to squawk loudly and send feathers flying as they beat their wings in distress. Some boxes sprung open, spewing their contents of clothes and candy and a misplaced frog. Their owners had left all of them in this most anterior compartment, in this makeshift baggage car, to fend for themselves.
The tumult masked Hermione's loud gasp.
He grabbed her from where she slumped against the back of the door only to push her again onto the trunk that had wandered to the part of the car near them.
He was half-crouched before her, pushing her knees apart even as she struggled with her hands on his shoulders to push him away. She cried with the effort of holding him back and he was almost amused at her sudden modesty and apprehension. With a final push, his mouth was able to overtake the distance to her flesh.
Later, she lay on the trunk almost passively, waiting. She raked her fingers through his hair when he bit the inside of her thigh.
He yanked his belt away from where it had gotten stuck with the latch of the trunk before he drew near her again and took her, making her bleed.
She kissed his fingers as he lay at peace on top of her.
Sunlight hit the side of the wooden trunk. The two golden letters done in gold at this part of the trunk reflected it with great intensity. If Draco and Hermione had been capable of paying attention, they would have realized that the two letters were "H" and "P".
END OF CHAPTER
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