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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.

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Chapter 6
Kiss Curse

Draco startled awake, pressure on his thigh, suction on his cock, interrupting a very vivid dream of Granger. He grabbed whatever it was and yanked, pulling Pansy out from under the covers and out of the bed. She fell in a messy bundle onto the floor, indignantly glaring at him.
"That was rude." She sneered. And he stared at her, incredulously.
"Rude? I wake up to you on my cock and I'm rude?!" He yanked his pants back up and scrambled for his trousers at the end of the bed.
"My apologies for trying to wake you in our usual way." She brushed invisible dirt off her clothes and stood up, tracking his movement around the room with her eyes blazing.
"We haven't been together for months now, Pansy. I don't want you to 'wake me in our usual way.' I don't want anything to do with you."
She scoffed, shifting her stance to look innocent and sweet, a pose she had perfected as a child to remove suspicion. "You always say that and then, out of the blue, you come back to me." She took a slow step towards him as he ran a hand through his hair.
"I don't know who she is this time, and I don't care but since you are still sleeping alone every night, I thought I'd offer my..." Her eyes flick to his crotch. "services and jump start this reunion." She ran her hand along his shoulder and down his back when he turned away from her.
"It's not happening. And I'm not okay with you coming up here. Don't do it again." He shrugged her hand off his back and crossed to the door. She stomped her foot.
"Draco! Stop this! What is wrong with you?! You never stopped a morning blow job from me before. No matter who you were fucking! But now," she gestured to his trousers. "You go soft as soon as I touch you!"
"Pansy, I'm not-"
"Don't you dare, Draco!" She cut him off, not wanting to hear him reject her again. "Do you like men now? Is that it? You're a gay? What is it?"
He sat on his roommate's bed, stunned to silence, staring at her. His eyes blank but confused. She crossed her arms and lifted her shoulders in a 'well?' gesture. He's trying to think past what she has said; what she had asked. It sounded so far-fetched it wiped his brain completely.
"I'm- I'm not. Men? You think I'm-?" And he laughed. Deep in his chest, he laughed until tears came. She slowly moved to sit with him, tucking her leg under her and leaning into him, chuckling lightly, stroking his back as he caught his breath.
He finally let out a sigh after some silence and turned to face her. "No. I'm not particularly interested in men but not necessarily uninterested either." He saw jealousy paint her facial features and stifled a teasing laugh. She really thought she owned him most of the time. "Regardless, I'm still trying to figure things out from the mess at the Christmas Party. So, I'll ask you once more. Did you try to slip me a love potion, Pans?"
She turned her eyes down to her feet. "No. Not a love potion. But wait," she straightened and looked at him, excited. "Is that why you keep turning me down?"
His brain clicked something into place. "What have you slipped me? Not a love potion...what is it?" His eyes narrowed and she stilled her face, like he saw her do so many times. She was putting her walls up in her mind.
He pushed through and broke her away from her focus by grabbing her hand and squeezing tightly. "Pansy. Tell me. Now!"
She shoved him away and stormed to the exit. He followed, slamming his hand on the door as she tried to open it, shutting her in. "Pansy..."
"It doesn't even work! I should smack that Ravenclaw girl for giving me garbage that doesn't even work!"
He ran his hand over his face. "Details, Pans. What is it?" She had the nerve to look annoyed at him before she responded.
"I'll get you the package if you'll let me."
~**~
It was lunchtime and Draco was seething. The new information from Pansy only left more questions. He had intended on grabbing Granger after class but she was walled in. Snug in-between Potter or Weasley at all times, she was out of reach. The class they had together at the end of the day didn't have her ruddy friends in it. He would have to get her attention then.
What was currently ticking him off was Weasley. He scowled viciously across the hall as he and Granger came in, hand in hand looking ever the perfect couple. And he knew.
Draco had his hands all over her the night before. Felt her heart thundering in her chest, her body against his and he knew that she loved it. Her soaked cunt verified it completely. But, now, well, now he knew where she went after. She went right back to Weasley.
Judging by the way he was looking at her, right back to his bed. The bastard's face told him everything: the adoring look, his hands always on her or quickly moving back to touch her, eyes glazed and sparkling that kept looking at her lips and ignoring what she was saying. Draco clenched his fist until the mug in his hand cracked, drenching the table and his lap with the tea he had steeped. Theo, gods love the boy, waved his wand and cleaned the mess before setting another cup of tea by his blonde friend.
Theo knew better than to ask. Draco had been biting the head off of anyone lately and he was not about to be the next one. Pansy was the most recent victim, judging by the screaming from this morning and the sulky face she was sporting.
Weasley wrapped his arms around Granger from behind and buried his nose in her neck, making her laugh and run her hand up and into his hair. Draco wanted to vomit, scream, rip every hair off of Weasel's head one by one and tear him limb from limb. He was blood thirsty and he knew it. He had felt this rage before. He took in a shaking breath and stood, only realizing he was glaring still when Granger met his eyes. She didn't look a bit embarrassed at him seeing her with Weasel, not embarrassed by her very public show of affection. In fact, she glared back at him.
Shit.
He stormed off to his next class, anger radiating off him. The rest of his classes were a blur. He got to Ancient Runes early, waiting for the know-it-all to claim her seat up front like she always did. Of course she came in with her new little boyfriend, he sat in her usual chair and she got onto the desk, dangling her legs off the edge, never once looking his way.
His chest clenched painfully again, another side effect that the Never Love potion couldn't seem to get rid of, his jealousy. His body would physically react to the 'heartbreak' of her rejecting him, giving herself to another, while his brain sat and stewed in her indifference. She should be lucky he wants her.
Professor Babbling scowled at Weasley and after he gave Granger a kiss and helped her off the desk, he left the room. His hands in his pockets, plenty cheerful and whistling lightly, Draco fought the urge to shoot a tripping jinx at him.
He sent her a note: 'new information, meet before dinner ?' She ignored it. He sent another, just a question mark this time. Again, nothing.
'Are you ignoring me, Granger??'
'Yes'
'Why? Because you've got a new boyfriend?'
'Maybe'
He wanted to pull his hair out.
'You can make ginger bastards later. I need to show you something.'
'After class'
There was a pause and he heard his huff come out loudly through the classroom before another note appeared in front of him.
'Git'
He covered a relieved laugh with a cough. The whole room was eerily still while the class ran lines for the next chapter. The quiet was too loud and he had to push himself to get back into his work. She had poked back after his snide comment so she wasn't ignoring him. Not completely, at least.
She was torturing him though. Class ended and she still sat at her desk, sweetly asking Professor Babbling to use the room to catch up on some extra work she no doubt had asked for. Leaving Draco to linger in the halls while everyone else left and he rocked back on his heels for a few minutes when she didn't come out, worried her orange topped clown would come escort her away.
When the Professor left, he scoffed and pushed back into the room, storming to the front and standing in front of her desk, scowling.
"You're giving me grey hair." He had to stop himself from running his hands through said hair, something he knew she would notice.
She held up a single finger while she finished her sentence and wiped her quill clean. "Your hair isn't an issue of mine, Malfoy." She smiled sweetly while she corked her inkpot. He ignored the stutter in his chest.
"You want to tell my future wife I lost my beautiful blonde because of a swot like you?"
"Again, not an issue for me. What's this new information?" She clasped her hands together and he felt his eye twitch at her callous coolness toward him. For fucks sake she was whimpering under his hand not one day ago.
He flashed a smirk at her, "How's your arse cheek? Does it ache to sit?"
She shot him a glare and started to pack her items into her bag and he threw his hand out to stop her. "Tit-for-Tat, Granger. You annoy me, I annoy you." She blinked slowly at him and he rolled his eyes. "Pansy finally admitted she had been spiking my coffee in the mornings."
That got her interested. She stood up and rounded the desk to stand in front of him while he fumbled in his pockets for the little package Pansy had given him. He growled when it wasn't in his robe pockets and dug into his trouser pockets instead, finding it and holding it in the air. She held her hand out, still drenched in that aloof attitude that was grating on his nerves as he dropped it into her hand. She was quiet for a moment, reading the back of it but when she flipped it over she had to cover her mouth to not laugh loudly.
"She's been giving you these? Christ, no wonder you're always randy."
"Muggle fuckery." Draco scowled. "What do you know about it?"
"This one I'm not familiar with but these are at every petrol station." She didn't even try to hide the laughing smile on her face. "Redd's Rocket's is probably like all the other male enhancement pills, practically Viagra. Has she been giving you one a day?" Her eyes suddenly seemed concerned and it made him worried.
"I didn't ask. I just assumed she was."
"Merlin, I hope not. Your heart could implode with that much stress. Even if she only gave you a little every day, it couldn't have been good for your body." She looked him over briefly before reaching for her wand and he snatched her arm before she could pull it. "Malfoy, I'm just going to check your vitals. Unless you'd rather go to the infirmary and share this with Pomfrey?" she waved it in the air.
He scoffed and grumbled, moving to sit on the desk next to her. "Do your worst, then." He watched her pop up a chart, hovering over his head while she waved her wand over him, whispering spells he never cared to learn. He noted a little heart icon pumping in time with his heartbeat and thought it was silly, deciding the better thing to look at was her.
Her uniform was proper as ever, down to her boring little shoes with a tiny heel. He wonders how the Greengrass sisters wear the same outfit but make it seem more expensive than it is. Maybe they get theirs pressed daily and from better fabric, Granger's looked as worn down and old as, 'Weasley's' his mind supplied him with the answer. She was wearing his robes and his oxford based on how baggy it was and the cut of it wasn't a woman's shirt. She must have stayed the night and resized his spares. He felt his fingers gripping the side of the table to avoid ripping it off her right then.
"You crawled straight into his bed, didn't you?" He couldn't stop the bite that came out. "Guess that's why you're ignoring me. Had a lovely shag last night, then?"
She glanced at him and then back to the hovering chart, he heard the blips of his heart rate speeding up as he tried to breathe through the anger bubbling in him. She replied with no emotion.
"I might have. Doesn't matter, now does it?" He slid off the desk and towered over her but she stuck that damned chin of hers out. "You all but shoved me out of the prefect's bath and were avoiding me before that. What I do isn't your business."
He ground his teeth together and grabbed her wrists, pulling her forward against him. She struggled back, yanking out of his grip and moved past him to pack her bag up again. She continued, "You said the potion was working so I went back to my life. I hadn't wanted to hurt Ron or cause you pain so I had stopped things. You said it was working and I've started things back where they were. It's what you suggested." She swung her bag over her shoulder.
"You seem healthy enough. Your sad cock won't be as painful without the Viagra. Don't take anything from Pansy just in case."
He spluttered, "Sad c-! You didn't seem to think so-" He had stormed around to stop her when she shoved her little self righteous finger into his chest.
"I don't know what you have but it messes with me too! My emotions and my reactions to you, so don't you bring up the bridge, you prat! I had as little control over it as you did when you started this-this...shitshow!"
His lips curled into a smirk, devilish and scheming. He had her trapped in between her desk and the row behind her. She shifted from one side to the other to get past him, trying to push through but he grabbed her bag and slung it behind him. He used her frantic scramble against her and popped her little bum onto the desk and caged her against him.
"Don't want to think of my cock when Weasel's was in you last night? I must say, I feel a little jealous. He's reached waters I've only thought about." He brushed his nose against hers, moving in and hovering in front of her lips, teasing her just to the point of breaking. He would move forward and inch and move back to meet her eyes when she moved closer, only to lean back in again. A game of chase she didn't realize she was playing.
She turned that pretty shade of pink and barely spoke, "I've not- We didn't-"
He felt the anger in him soothe a moment and slid his hands up her arms, letting one tangle into her hair and the other settled on her hips. "Then tell me, pet. What did you let him do to you?" She was losing her composure again and he relished it. The fight in her eyes flickering to and from.
She let a sneer slip back on her face, "Nothing you've not already done to me. Now let me go."
"But now the playing field is level. How will I ever win if I don't take advantage of you, here, melting in my hands in an empty classroom?" He could tell his voice was thick with lust based on her pupils swallowing the color in her eyes. She squirmed back away from him but he gripped her hair hard again and cupped her arse to reposition her on the edge, keeping himself between her legs. She hissed at the touch and he smirked. Her cheek did still sting.
"Win?" she breathed out with clear distain. "Don't be stupid. It doesn't suit you. You'll never win me because I'm not a prize."
His tongue shot out to wet his lips and she gasped when it brushed hers too with how close he was to her. "We'll see about that." and he crushed his mouth to hers again. Like the first breath when he had come out of deep water, relief flooded over his body. His hand in her hair holding her as he wanted, the one on the small of her back pushed her into him, her legs naturally hooking around his waist. He couldn't help the smile that crept onto his face.
He brought his hand to the side of her neck, his thumb on her chin and when he pulled back, he brushed it against her bottom lip. It's pouty and flushed from him and he fucking loves that. A growl comes out of him as she grabs the back of his neck and pulls him back to her mouth, devouring him, her little hands pushing at his robes to get them over his shoulders. He copies the motion, shoving Weasley's old ratty cloak from her shoulders, he goes to work on the buttons of his shitty shirt when another idea comes to his mind.
He pulls away from her and sits in the seat she had used for class and she glared at him, catching her breath. "What are you-"
"I want to see you touch yourself, Granger." He brushes his fingers along her inner thigh under her skirt and she took a heaving breath. He lifted the skirt to see nothing underneath and he quirked an eyebrow.
She flushed a deeper red and pushed her skirt back down, not offering an answer but it wasn't hard for him to figure out. Her knickers were somewhere in Weasley's bed. "That's not happening. I'm dating Ron and we are done here."
She went to get off the desk but he grabbed her hips, ignored her hands pushing at him, smacking at his arms and shoulders. He leaned forward and grabbed her skirt with his teeth, lifting it just enough to hook a thumb under, raising it to duck his head under, her attempts to close her thighs only pushing the skirt higher. She sucked in a breath when she felt him chuckle between her thighs, the warm air making her still.
"Draco," she barely said it but he groaned and nipped her thigh with his teeth.
"You trying to get fucked on this desk, Granger?" he said, muffled but still clearly as he trailed up her inner thigh with his tongue. She gasped, startling a little at the contact before a soft sigh slipped from her lips when his breath came over her hot cunt.
He removed one hand from her hip and let it join his head under her skirt, circling and teasing in tandem with his mouth. She squeaked a small sound and he finally relented, sliding two fingers into her. Her head tipped back and she just barely moaned.
"Mmm, we can do better than that, surely." His fingers slid further and his tongue swirled her clit and she yelped and buried a hand into his hair. "There's my girl." He flipped her skirt up onto her stomach when she leaned back and looked up at her, face flushed and still glaring, still fighting him but only barely.
He curled his fingers and swept them in his butterfly movement against her delicate walls making her jerk her hips up at him and he chuckled darkly. He dropped a few well placed kisses against her cunt until her eyes were lidded as she watched him.
"You," the tip of his tongue swirled on her clit for a moment and she scraped her nails into his scalp. "Are going to cum on my tongue. Right here, where you and he were sat. Where he last kissed you." He wrapped his lips around her most sensitive bit and sucked making her hips buck into his mouth again. "You're going to peak and moan my name, wearing his garbage hand me downs." His voice was graveled again and he made another swirl around her clit and her thighs trembled. "Understood?"
She wanted to squirm away, he saw it in her angry look, so he doubled down on her soaked cunt until she was keening. Close. She was close already and he pulled back, pausing his fingers, looking at her expectantly. Her eyes swiveled around the room, meeting his eyes finally. "Understood?" he asked again.
She swallowed hard and leaned back on her elbows, nodding. He purred against her swollen lips, "Good girl" and he made a note of how she clenched around his fingers at the words of praise. Such an easy book to read, his little Gryffindor. He went slow now, trying to keep her from the edge as long as possible. He scooted closer to her in his chair, thrusting his tongue inside of her, letting his thumb attack her poor little clit before switching.
His free hand unbuttoned his trousers to stroke himself easier. Why should she have all the fun. He could only get off to her anyways, might as well help himself now and save the memory for the shower.
His fingers rocked up into her with every entry and her hips followed each move, her breathing so ragged he almost smiled at her. He spoke against her skin, alternating light and deep sucks. "You're so good. Fucking delicious. I'll eat you all day, Granger. Gods, I want to shove my cock into you." Her back arched, making a noise he had never heard from her. A mix of 'fuck you' and 'fuck please' which only egged him on. He let his teeth graze her bud and he clenched around his weeping cock to hold off a little longer when she made a satisfied sound. Like she had been waiting for a bit of rough to contrast with his smooth tongue.
"You would love it. You'd beg for it. I'd make you cum like this every morning. Weasel wouldn't. He can't make you cum like I can." He latched on and pushed her over the edge, not releasing until she had fallen back onto the desk, gasping for air. He bit his lip and spilled onto the floor below the desk, trying to catch his breath and appease the light headedness that came with it.
He stood and leaned over her, pulling her to sit up and kissed her deeply. He moaned with how eager she was to suck herself off his tongue and felt himself throb again. He waved his hand, cleaning up his mess on the floor and tucked his spent cock back into his trousers. He noticed her look of panic at the sound of his zipper, like he was preparing to continue with his game of staying ahead of her boyfriend in sexual exploits by doing what he had moaned into her cunt a moment ago.
He placed several short and delicate kisses against her face to soothe her fears, catching her in another slow and easy kiss. Then, panting against her lips, he said with all authority he could muster. "He will not do that to you. Only I get to taste your cunt." He twisted her hair in his hand, making her head veer up to the ceiling while he pressed kisses to her throat. He growled, "If I find out he has, there will be repercussions."
She scoffed, "like a side by side contest. Come off it, Malfoy." She looked unease when he flashed her a toothy smirk and pulled her skirt back down. He picked up his robe and pulled it back over his shoulders, pausing for a moment halfway through when she said, "like that would ever happen. Ron would kill you if he knew you touched me."
Draco chuckled in the way that made her eyes glass over, "I don't know. I think he'd enjoy seeing you properly fucked. Merlin knows, he can't do it right."
She rolled her eyes again and faltered off the desk, he grabs her arm to steady her, silently happy she is still wobbly on her feet. "Men and their jealous competitiveness, ridiculous."
He gave her arm a squeeze and swished his wand toward her bag that he threw so haphazardly across the aisle. It and the few items that scattered the floor levitate toward him. "I've always been competitive. The jealousy I'm still getting used to."
She glanced at him as she finished righting her skirt and Ron's robe, casting a light cleaning charm over it first. "Side effect? What else?"
He gave a miniscule shrug and placed her bag on the desk. "The Never Love seems to work on the desire, the need, as I've said but I can still feel the heartbreak. The rejection, I guess but my mind is clear enough to know..." He moved back towards her, letting his hands touch her waist again and she raised an eyebrow, frowning deeply at him.
"That I'm not in love with you. It's just the potion. I've always been possessive of what's mine, though." He brushed her cheek with the back of his hand, swooping down to barely brush his lips over hers, holding her gaze and spoke against her lips. "I've never been good at sharing my things." He slipped away from her again, admiring the glaze in her eyes and how she almost seemed angry she allowed herself to get caught up in his presence again.
"Again, I'm not an object."
"Just keep your Weasel's face out of your cunt and all will be fine. By all means, keep dating him, shag him, I don't care but that," he pointed at her skirt. "Is mine to devour."
She gathered her bag, he noticed a small shiver run across her body at his words. She picked up the little packet of Redd's Rocket's from the floor. "What do you want to do with these?"
"Burn them. Bin them. I don't care, really." He headed up the steps to the exit and she followed slowly.
She mused, not at all quiet, which he knew meant she was taunting him. "I wonder if Ron-" he swirled and snatched it from her hands and she let that sly laugh past her pouty, snog bruised lips. "Make sure that's all Pansy had. She might try it again once we break this thing."
He pocketed the package and raised an eyebrow at her, pulling the door open and breaking the silencing spell he had placed on the room. "Why not? I'm sure this would be fun if I could stay hard for anyone but you."
She blushed along her neck and down to her chest. He thinks her cheeks were still flushed from her orgasm earlier that her blush had nowhere else to go. "That sounds rough for a teenage boy."
"I prefer young adult, Granger."
"The adult part has yet to be seen, Malfoy." They were moving down the corridor like he hadn't just had her slick come all over his chin and it felt nice, typical and normal almost. The usual banter they had before all of this started was coming with ease but his cock twitched in his pants at his name, reminding him. So he reminded her.
"By the way, stick to 'Malfoy' when I've got my hands on you. You keep saying 'Draco' in that barely-holding-on tone, I'm taking that precious virginity from you where you stand." He leaned in to whisper, "and I don't care who's there to watch."
She chewed her lip for a second and didn't meet his gaze when he tried to catch her eye. He swung around in front of her, grabbing her shoulders. "If you tell me that you actually shagged Weasley last night, I'm-"
She splayed her hands in the air, pushing him back and waving them to make him quiet down. "That's /not/ what- it's none of your business but no. I'm not. Don't worry your fat little head about that," she flicked him in the forehead with her finger and thumb and brushed past him. He watched her go, cursing the founders for thinking cloaks were a good idea to keep school uniforms from being ogled.
No matter, that little extra wild section of hair where he had wound it around his fist, the lightness behind her steps (a tell-tale sign of a satisfied witch), and the little red still perched on her cheeks gave him enough pleasure to know. She wouldn't be back in Weasley's bed tonight. He decided he would have to leave her in her afterglow to stop the prat from getting anymore 'special' time with his Granger.
No matter, that little extra wild section of hair where he had wound it around his fist, the lightness behind her steps (a tell-tale sign of a satisfied witch), and the little red still perched on her cheeks gave him enough pleasure to know. She wouldn't be back in Weasley's bed tonight. He decided he would have to leave her in her afterglow to stop the prat from getting any more 'special' time with his Granger.
Theo, showing his special power to appear from nowhere when he was least wanted, nudged into Draco's shoulder with his. "Alright, mate?"
Draco flashed a smirk at him. "More than alright. What do you want?"
Theo grinned in his devious way, his dimples clear as day. "I don't want anything but I've made an observation." Draco hummed, uninterested. "Out of everything in this world, what's the one thing you could never have?"
"There's nothing I can't have, Nott." He turned a corner sharply, annoyance growing.
"You, Malfoy my friend, would never be able to have Granger. And I wonder. Why you suddenly would want something you've never wanted before? Curious, isn't it?" Draco spun to interrogate his friend on what he could possibly know but the young wizard was down the hallway and gone in a moment. Draco scowled, his good mood spoiled once again.
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