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Curse of a Kiss	By : Eloise Downbadde & Eloise Downbadde Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 4939 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: These characters aren't mine and I'm not getting anything from writing these. It's just fun to imagine a different world from JK and WBs well made characters.

Chapter List
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It's a lil spicy here but not all with our boy. The Urge to make them both come each chapter is fierce, guys. >_<
If you loathe R/H you can skip the second half. Nothing important other than the earworm that is Draco is making its' nest in Hermione's head, even when she's with Ron. trying to do normal healthy couple stuff.

The Redirect
He knows he's been avoiding her. He's doing his best to shake this feeling, these emotions for the bane of his existence. Is it possible, that once he's seen past the obnoxious Gryffindor martyr tendencies, past the swotty know-it-all, hand in the air personality, and past the self righteous, never do wrong attitude, that he might actually like Granger? That seemed impossible two months ago but as the end of the year creeps ever closer, he was running out of time to find out about the infuriating witch.
He pulled himself out of the prefect bath, drying and dressing, more irritated than he was going in. So much for getting his thoughts together. He opened the door and froze. What good is avoiding her if she seeks him out?
Granger stood on the wall opposite the door. Her arms were crossed and he imagined she was standing there, scowling at the door the entire time he was in there.
"You're avoiding me." She said, and he rolled his eyes. 'Well done. Gold star, Granger. You figured it out.'
"Am I?" He pulled his robes onto his shoulders, the humidity of the prefects bath dissipating in the cool hallway.
"Don't be like that. Malfoy. Is the Never Love not working anymore?"
He scoffed, "No. It's working just fine. The pull or craving or whatever, is stomped down below the surface." He cut her off before she could say anything more from her swotty mouth. "I'm fine. Leave me alone."
"We can still figure this out. If it never goes away or fades, you'll be taking that blasted potion every day for the rest of your life."
"If it keeps me away from you, I'll manage it." He snapped. He was so tired. Even with the Never Love potion, he wanted her. He can't 'engage' with anyone else without instantly going soft. His gut twisted painfully now that she was dating Weasley. And of course, the way she is, she wanted to help. But it hurt.
"What's your problem? I'm only trying to help!" Her voice echoed with how loud her pitch went. She was frustrated with him and he was glad to be the reason.

There was a sound, a small hiss and red eyes staring through the dark. They both stared back for a moment before scrambling for the prefect door. He thought about locking her out for a moment but decided to let her pass him and quietly closed and locked the door.
Here they were again, stuck in a room together to avoid being caught out after curfew. Instead of a small space, the air was thick with the humidity of the hot bath and he shrugged his robes off again, rolling his sleeves up and she copied him, glaring all the while.
"Why are you being such a prat? This all started because of you." She whispered, dropping her robe over the chair by the pool of water.
"What are you on about?" He hissed back.
"The potion only connects to a target when you kiss them." Her hands set against her hips, her glare sharp. "If you hadn't lost the plot in the damn repairs closet, we wouldn't be here."
"That's ridiculous. It must be the wrong potion." His mind started racing. He only kissed her after he had been bewitched by her. The smell of her hair and her sweet skin, the way she squirmed against his hands, that's what made him kiss her. To think all of that wasn't because of some spell or potion...no. No, that couldn't be right.
"That's what the Ever Love bottle said. You've been hiding from me so I haven't been able to tell you." She stepped closer. Putting her hand on his arm as she saw his furrowed brow, his eyes scanning the floor; She recognized his overthinking expression.
He snapped his eyes to hers at the contact. "Stop it. I don't care. I'm not shagging you." He distantly heard Filch outside but he could care less. He pushed her arm away from him and they switched placed when she moved against the door, pressing her ear to it. She heard him outside too, The sound of keys jingling.
Draco continued, "I can't even fuck Pansy but if that's the cost of not shagging you, I'll take it."
She turned to look back at him, red on her cheeks, "You've slept with Pansy? Successfully?"
He blanched a bit, what does that matter? "Erm..not. Exactly. She tried to wake me with a 'morning rise' and I couldn't..." He cleared his throat. "finish."

"Oh," she looked away from him and scoffed, he noticed her fists clenching as she looked between him and the door.
"Granger," he moved towards her. "Are you...jealous?" She pressed herself against the door, her eyes were wide as she shook her head. She put a finger to her lips to signal him to be quiet. He didn't care.
"You are, aren't you? Well, well, what a surpri-" the lock he had closed clicked open and the handle twisted, the door pushing open. She threw her hand over his mouth and pushed them two steps to the side, confusing him. She pushed him against the wall, an interesting change from how they typically end up in various corners of the castle.
Slowly, the door creaked open inwards. It swung in front of them, blocking them from Filch and his damned cat. He noticed her holding her breath, her eyes shut tight and used their closeness to put his hands on her waist. He ignored the humming of deep satisfaction inside his chest.
Filch crooned something to his cat and left the room, slamming the door in the process and Granger startled, opening her eyes and stepping back from him. She bit her lip and tore her gaze from him to move and put her ear back on the door. He heard her mumble about perverts peeping on bathing students.
He turned and leaned his shoulder into the wall, crossing his arms and staring in a nonchalant way that was the opposite of how he was feeling. He smirked, noticing the double take she did on his arms before she turned her head away. Women always did seem to like when he rolled his sleeves up. "I think I rather like you jealous. A taste of what you've been doing to me."
"I'm not jealous I've just no space for people who don't respect consent. Giving someone oral while they sleep is violating." She hissed at him and glared as he shook his head and smirked wider.
"You're so dull. There are times, Granger." He moved forward bit by bit. "When you're with someone, having a snog, hands in their hair." He felt his heart stutter as he touched one of her curls. She was there, so close with her ear against the door, her perfect ass out as she focused on the sound on the other side. He felt his mind go wicked, he knew what he could do with her, right this moment. He was next to her, letting his eyes roll over her silhouette. He leaned closer and she turned her head away again, annoyed, "When you suddenly want more." His breath tickled her ear, he could tell as she inhaled sharply.
"What are you doing?" Scared. She was scared again.
"Shh, there's a time, mid snog, where all you want is more. You feel empty,"he slid around behind her, pushing against her, his voice dropping low. "And want to be filled." She stood straight, sounds through the door no longer mattered. She stammered nonsense as he ran his hands along her upper thighs, dancing under her skirt as he growled, heavy with lust. "You ache for it. Your thighs squeeze together with how badly you want to be fucked. And the very last thing you want to do...is pause and ask "is this okay? Do I have your consent?" It's like an ice bath, it kills the mood completely."
He knew he was pressing his hard on against her arse again but she was pushing back ever so slightly. He knew his hands were sliding up her hips, slowly, seeking her breasts but he was desperate to have his hands on them again. He knew he shouldn't but it had been days of watching her and Weasel flirt and kiss; days of no release and he was frustrated, with her and with his own body.
"Malfoy. Don't do this." Her voice trembled and it made his stomach twist. He doesn't want her to be afraid. He ground against her, biting back a moan at the friction, his hands groping her chest. Her breath hitched and he noted a small arch in her back, pushing into his hands and her arse into his crotch.
"This is why I'm avoiding you." He hissed in her ear. He slid one hand back around and let his fingertips dance across the back of her thighs. "I need to stay away from you. I shouldn't be-" He's thumb loops the back of her skirt and lifted it, pushing the hand into her lower back to keep her flush against the door. He released her breast and grabbed her arse with his hand, digging his fingers into the exposed soft flesh.
He groaned aloud when he let go, seeing the imprints from his fingers fill back in and he squeezed it again, letting his nails bite into her. Her quiet gasp was music in his ears. He grabbed the cheek once more and shook it in his palm. "Fuck. I can't.."
"Malfoy. Is the potion not working anymore?" She whispered, fear still clear in her tone. He tugged her knickers up until the back of it disappeared between her cheeks, like a thong would, exposing all of her luscious arsecheeks. He bit his lip and brought his hand across it quickly, a soft smack against the globe of her cheek.

She squeaked and his lips curled up, his mouth open like a drooling dog, breathing heavily. He was glad she was against the door and couldn't see his 'less than typical' face and he pushed into her back with more force. "It's working just fine. I don't have to do this." He brought his hand down on the same cheek again, rubbing soothingly over it after and leaning forward to whisper to her ear, "I want to do this."
He smacked her other cheek and she jumped, her face scraping against the door, a yelp from her lips. Again, he stroked the soft skin as it tinged red. "You like this. Don't you?" Another smack, harder, and she bit her lip, trying to hide a moan. He caught the action. He liked that she was fighting herself. It was so sexy.
"You do." His voice was honeyed, dripping with desire. "I saw you folded that page in your dirty little book. Of course you like it." He went to smack again but stilled, tracing his fingertips against the red splotching skin. He saw her square her shoulders. 'Oh, little lioness.'
"I don't. Please let me go." He dragged his fingers over her cheek and dipped between them, she took in a breath and held it. Finally exhaling when he rubbed against her cunt through her knickers.
"You don't? My mistake." Her legs shook at his delicate touch, teasing. He hoped it was driving her as crazy as she made him.
She whispered again, "Please, Please," He would bet she didn't know if she wanted release or to be released. He didn't care either way.
"Godric, I love hearing you beg."
"Drac-"
"Don't! Say my name. Don't you dare say my name in that breathy voice. Or I'm going to fuck you right here." He pressed his fingers against her clit, pushing against her knickers and soaking them, giving her the perfect movement she craved. She whimpered and squirmed into him, seeking more pressure.
"Your Weasel can't make you this wet. Dripping for me, only me." He pushed his face into her neck, touching his lips and tongue and teeth against her skin. "You're only wet for me. And I'm only hard for you. And that enrages me." He shuddered air from his lungs and pinched her through the fabric. She groaned, reaching her hands back finally instead of bracing herself on the door. She got her hand on his forearm, gripping tightly.
'Finally,' he thought, celebrating in his head. She finally gave in but...
He dropped his hands and stepped away. He had to move away from her. Snatching up her robe, he tossed it into her arms when she turned around to face him, more red against one side of her face from pushing into the door but a blush clear on her cheeks. She caught the robe and looked at him.
Her eyes were glassy but the arousal pierced through him. He swore to himself and scolded, 'Don't do it. Don't touch her again. You can't do this.' She moved toward him a few steps and he stiffened. "Don't come closer. Just leave." He held up his hand, not trusting himself to keep it together if he could smell that lovely floral scent of her hair. He was so hard it hurt.
She gave him that small nervous smile, "Malfoy, let me help. We can't do this every time. You-"
"If I need help, I'll find you. Granger, leave. While I still have some self control." He bent to pick up his robe and draped it over his arm, when he turned back, she was gone. He flicked his wrist, locking the door and stripped back down to get in the bath again. He would have to have a wank if he had any hope of sleeping tonight. Damn Granger.
~**~
Hermione walked as fast as she could without running straight back to her common room. She only looked back when she got to the moving staircase. When she saw the hall was empty, she pulled her knickers out from between her cheeks. Her heart was pounding again, something that seemed to be a constant around the Slytherin prat.
She felt terrible but even worse because she had loved every moment with him. Every time she asked to leave, it croaked out of her throat with effort. She had to force the words out when all she really wanted was him to never stop. To push her closer and closer to the edge and maybe, to be able to do the same for him; to taste the droplet off his cock from the source.
She wasn't under the effect of a potion, she hadn't been cursed or hexed. There was no logical reason why she couldn't think clearly around Malfoy. She would have to blame her hormones, his charm, the surprise chemistry between them. The lure of being pursued so passionately, like she made him lose all control, was arousing in its own right.
She twisted the bottom of her skirt as she waited for the staircase to move back into place before she finished her journey to the common room. It was late, past curfew but a few sleepy housemates were lounging in the room. She greeted Seamus and asked if Ron had gone to bed. He gave her a flirty wink as she climbed up the boy's stairs to find her boyfriend, hiding the blush on her cheeks.
The room was dark, Harry's and the other two curtains were pulled close and based on the snoring only coming from Ron, the other boys had silenced their beds. Ron was such a loud snorer but his curtains were partially open. She rolled her eyes, 'quite rude, Ron.' She climbed onto his bed by his feet, kicking her shoes off and pulled the curtains closed, throwing up a silencing charm. She chewed her lip for a moment before laying next to him, placing her hand gently on his chest, stroking the little tuft of hair he had.
"Ron. Hey. Wake up, love." He stirred and mumbled, putting his hand over hers before his eyes snapped open.
"Hermione?!" He whispered, "What's wrong? What's happened?" She nervously looked past him at his curtains.
"Nothings wrong. I-...I wanted to see you. I wanted-" She took a deep breath, her heart pounding, Malfoy's words, "only me. Only for me" echoing in her head. She sat up and slipped her leg over Ron's waist, leaning over and catching his lips in hers. She squeaked when he shifted his hips and was already hard against her.
He kissed her back, one hand rubbing down her side, the other cupping her cheek. She lazily twirled her tongue with his, feeling excitement stir when he groaned. She broke the kiss and sat up, working the buttons on her oxford off and his eyes were glued to the motion.
"What are you doing?" His voice was raspy and she watched his throat bob as he swallowed hard, meeting her eyes. She finished the buttons and immediately started to lose her courage. She fiddled with her skirt and glanced up at him, not sure how to say what she wanted.
Ron sat up, arms going around her, holding her gently and pulling her back to his lips, kissing her gently. "What do you want, 'Mione? Tell me." He kissed her again and tangled his hand into her hair. She reached back and unclasped her bra and dropped it behind her, grabbing his hair and pressing his face to her chest.
"Touch me, Ron. Kiss me. Make me feel good." He didn't wait more than a beat, wrapping his lips around her nipple and softly mouthing one then the other. They had fooled around a fair amount before but never under her skirt. He grabbed her arse and rotated their bodies, laying her head on his pillow and kissing up her neck, sliding his hands down her thighs.
She hissed when his hands met her arse, the sting still there from Malfoy's smacks and she suddenly couldn't breathe. She gasped for air and Ron paused, hands on her hips and lips on her jaw, kissing his way up to her face. "Okay?" He placed his forehead against hers, his tone loving and sweet. He really was a wonderful man.
She shut her eyes, nodding and grabbed his hand off her hip, pushing it down between her legs. "Here." He kept his eyes locked on hers as he pulled her skirt up and dragged his knuckles along the inside of her thigh.
"Tell me to stop," he whispered, pressing kisses to her chest as he pushed his fingers against her knickers. He took in a sharp breath. "Bloody Hell, Hermione. You're-....merlin" his fingertips dragged up and down and she squirmed, trying to hide the shame in her gut.
"Please, Ron." She pushed her hips up at him and she saw his eyes grow dark. He leaned down beside her on one elbow, his hand carefully bent her leg, opening her and returned to pull her knickers to the side. A gentle pressure against her clit made her whimper. This was good too. This felt wonderful. She wrapped her hands around his bicep and held on while he explored her with his fingers.
One finger sunk into his knuckles and he swore against her lips. He dragged back out and added a second. "Still okay?" He breathed against her. And she captured his lips again, softly moaning as he drew his fingers out and back in. She assumes he rotates his wrist as he slides back in, she can feel his fingers moving in a different motion as they go in. It makes her gasp and arch up.
"Gods, you're so beautiful." He places kisses along her breast and she feels his hips shift against her thigh, pressing his hard on into her. She feels bad for a moment but she thinks she will handle him once he handles her. She feels it building. She feels the coil tightening.
He picks up speed, increasing the pressure and how hard he pushes into her. She's breathing heavy against his lips, kissing him deeply when she feels her insides flutter, tangling her tongue with his. She gasps, arching, saying his name and pleading with him not to stop. He pushed his thumb into her clit, curving his fingers inward, stroking and stroking and she comes undone. Her thighs shake like she's falling to pieces and Ron wraps his arms around her, kissing all over her face and holding her against his chest.
"Alright?" He asks, brushing her hair from her face and she nods, giggling a bit, hiding her face in the pillow. Malfoy was right with one thing, constantly being asked for confirmation was a slight stutter but she was still grateful for Ron. She approved of all of what he did and she knew he would stop the moment she asked. Unlike..
She remembered suddenly and reached down to the stiffness in his pants and he grabbed her wrist. "Easy there. No need to rush everything in one night." He smiled sweetly at her but she pouted her lip. It made him laugh.
"What is with you? Where did that come from?" He pulled her against his chest and laid back. She trailed her hand along his stomach, thinking about what he tasted like.
She sighed against him. "I was reading my saucy book and...well I felt ready. It wasn't too much for you, was it?"
He chuckled from deep in his chest, "Fuck no." She smacked him on the stomach.
"Language." His chest rumbled a laugh again. "Ron. Can I-? I'd like to...I want to help you, how you've helped me."
He reached down and squeezed himself. "You don't need to."
"It's my fault you're...hard." She drifted her hand down over him and he sucked in a breath.
"It's not," he exhaled, "well, it is but most men wake up aroused. It's just what happens."
She gently squeezed and stroked him like she did Malfoy under the bridge earlier that week. Ron shuddered another breath. "You don't- 'Mione." She had slipped her hand under to fully grasp him, surprised that the texture was velvet and smooth. The heat was immense and she licked her lips wondering how it would feel against her tongue.
Part of her scolded herself, if it hadn't been for Malfoy, his overly experienced sex life and his damn curse to lust after her, she would've taken things slower. She would've known Ron's body better than Malfoy's. She would dream and fantasize Ron's moans and not Malfoy's. Even now as she's working her fist over Ron's hard cock, she's thinking of the faint pink on Malfoy's cheeks. Of his little gasps, desperately pushing kisses on her throat, grabbing her so hard while he came, shuddering, swearing, his spend all over his stomach.
She hears Ron ask, "Tighter. Like this." He gripped his hand around hers, squeezing so tight she worried it would pop like a balloon. His adam's apple bobs again as he struggles to breathe. She sits up, giving her arm a rest and switching, letting her thumb brush over the tip, like she did to Malfoy, pulling the slick of precum off and coating his cock with it. She was going to do it. She wanted to. She needed to know.
Hermione leaned forward and closed her lips over his head. He swore and buried his hands in her hair, saying her name over and over. He throbbed in her mouth when she swirled her tongue over him, tasting him. Bitter and salty, the same but different. He pulled her hair, taking her off of him and covered her hand with his again, pulling and pumping as he released. His hips buck up and a long groan follows as she leans over and drags her tongue over him again, cleaning it off.
"Fucking hell. Who are you?" He pulled her up to his chest again and fumbled for his wand on the nightstand. He cleaned himself up with a wave and kissed her forehead. "Honestly, what's come over you? That was all because of your book?"
She blushed darker than before, burying her face in his chest. She couldn't tell him. She couldn't tell him she had wanted to do that and more to Malfoy, his sworn enemy. That she had soaked her kickers being pushed against a door and forcefully spanked. She had to give Ron some of her firsts before Malfoy took it. She felt nauseous thinking about it. 'Before he takes it'
She was only with Viktor once so she considered herself still inexperienced. Something that was rapidly changing this year and she was trying to keep her head. She had gone from zero boy's interest in her to a boyfriend and snogging with Malfoy in a span of one month.
"I'm sorry, I got carried away again." She paled, her heart jumped in her throat.

"Again?"
"I mean- I just wanted to experience an orgasm and didn't want to be selfish. I'm really sorry if that wasn't okay."
He lifted her chin and kissed her delicately. She felt his affection pouring into her. "That was more than okay. You're incredible." She giggled, settling into his shoulder.
"I should go back to my bed." She mumbled, suddenly feeling cold in her almost naked state.
"Hang on," Ron dug around on the floor by his bed and pulled up a shirt of his from the weekend. He popped it over her head and smiled. "You can stay. I'd love to wake up with you." She put her arms through the sleeves and reached down to unzip her skirt, shimmied out of it and settled into Ron's comfortable embrace.
She breathed in his scent, feeling so comfortable, almost forgetting what had driven her here in the first place. Yet she dreamed of Malfoy, his rough voice in her ear, making her spread her legs for him and his eyes watching her pleasure herself.
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