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Say Please	By : ColdWaterFairy Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 28196 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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AN: Thanks to my beta mamacita

smurphy: This chapter is dedicated to you my dear for being my most faithful reviewer.
Draco awoke feeling disoriented. He took a minute to situate himself in the present. Remnants from the dream he had been having flashed in his head. In the dream he had been taking a woman against a wall, his lips on her neck making her moan as she ground her pelvis against his. He pulled back to kiss her and that was when he saw her face. That was what had startled him out of his sleep—seeing Hermione Granger's flushed and shining face as she gazed back at him through dilated eyes.

He scrubbed a hand down his face and tried to ignore his body's response to such a vivid dream. He got up and headed towards the bathroom, chancing a glance at Granger's painting. When he didn't see her, he stopped and looked more closely at the painting. She was asleep on the floor, facing away from him. She had to be uncomfortable in that dress, he thought. Before he could stop himself he thought of what she would look like out of it. Then, shaking his head, he made a hasty retreat to the bathroom; the last thing he needed was for Granger to wake up and see him in his current state.

Draco started the shower and debated whether to not to make it a cold one. Then he turned the tap until the water was hot; he wasn't at Hogworts any more. Even if he had been, Granger had never been responsible for one of his frigid showers. He was determined to hand over the painting to Potter. Just as soon as he was done getting dressed he would head over to the Ministry.

Stepping into the shower, he grabbed a flannel and soaped it up. He tried to clear his mind in hopes of stopping his brain from replaying images from his dream. He groaned. That was it! Draco knew what he had to do: get a job. When he was working, his attention was completely absorbed. Draco was sure with his recommendations from former clients he could easily build a new clientele base here in England.

When he was done washing his hair his body still hadn't returned to its normal state, he gritted his teeth and turned the facet all the way to cold. After a second he turned it back to hot. This was ridiculous. He debated with himself for about five seconds and then thought, Why not? He would give in to the images in his head and have a quick wank.

He leaned back against the wall of the shower and allowed the images to flow freely. He thought of what it had felt like in his dream to move slowly in out of Hermione, remembered her breathy sighs. Dammit. Those images were for when he had time to indulge. His hands were pruning up and the hot water was running out. Several scenarios with different women passed quickly through his head and he discarded all of them. Draco sighed; self-pleasure was not supposed to this difficult. He figured he'd just get the ball rolling and see what happened. He poured soap into his palm and grasped his cock, sliding his hand from the head to the base.

Draco had always been the type to wonder when he met a girl whether she was the kind who liked it rough or gentle. He'd pegged Granger for the gentle type. He bet he could make her like it rough, though. The thought of her begging him to fuck her without mercy was enough to cause his breath to hitch and release in a hard pant, and his cock jerked in his hand. He raked his hand across his chest as he imagined her touching her breasts. He pushed into his hand, swiping his thumb across the head of his shaft before moving back down to the base and gently squeezing himself between the circle of his thumb and forefinger. His mind whirled as he pictured what Hermione would look like on her knees with his cock in her mouth. He wondered if she'd ever gone down on anyone before. His free hand grasped his balls and massaged them. He imagined her tongue laving his perineum. Merlin, how he would love to defile her in the most delicious ways! He groaned and increased his speed. In that moment he wanted to fuck her so hard it hurt.

With a moan he tilted forward and splayed a hand on the wall in front of him. He increased the tempo of his hand, savoring the delectable feeling of his orgasm building. He felt the familiar tightening and with a cry he climaxed, imagining Hermione touching herself and telling him in very explicit terms what she wanted him to do to her. He took in a few fortifying breaths before moving to rinse himself off, trying his best to ignore the fact that he'd just had the best wank of life to thoughts of Hermione Granger. His only consolation was that she was trapped in a painting and still as unattainable as she'd ever been.
Harry stood at the edge of a pond, Ron by his side, looking at the corpse floating face-down in the water. No one wanted to take the first step in retrieving the body. From where they stood they could see dark brown hair spread out and floating listlessly. Just seeing the dark hair had sent Ron staggering into the trees to empty the contents of his stomach. Although Harry presented a calm, almost cold demeanor, inside he was preparing himself for the possibility that in a few minutes time his whole world could shift.

Harry tried to keep the inappropriate thoughts from cropping up but he gave up, wondering it was maybe his brain's way of coping. He was thinking that if this person was Hermione, then he was about to see his best friend naked under the worse possible circumstances. There had been a few glimpses when they were hunting for Horcruxes, but that was unintentional and had caused him more embarrassment than it had her. He wondered what Ron was thinking and if it was just as inappropriate as his own thoughts were.

Keller stepped up behind the two of them and cleared his throat. "We need to remover her from the water." It was then that Harry realized everyone else must think it was Hermione floating in the water.

Harry just nodded his head and sucked air into his lungs. He had to find out one way or another. He moved to remove his wand from his pocket but stilled when Ron touched his arm. "I'll do it," he said.

Ron pointed at the body and said, "Wingardium leviosa!"

Everyone watched the body as it was levitated into the air and Ron floated it over to land gently on the ground. No one made a move to turn the body over. Harry felt the weight of everyone's stares. They were waiting for him or Ron to do it, he realized. He took a step forward and with a flick of his wrist he turned the woman over.

Everyone present took a step back. Some gasped in horror and others could be heard retching.
Hermione came awake with a start. She lifted her head to detect what had awoken her from her sleep. The sound of the shower running had her perking up. Malfoy was awake. She had done a lot of thinking while she watched him sleep and had decided that she didn't want Malfoy to hand her off to Harry. Her being cursed into a painting was proof that whatever she'd found out was explosive. Someone at the Ministry had to be involved. The kind of magic responsible for locking her in this painting was definitely Dark. Only someone who was familiar with the Ministry's system of tracking Dark magic would know how to get around it.

She paced restlessly as she waited for Malfoy to get out of the shower so she could talk to him. After ten minutes she rolled her eyes heavenward. Of course the git would take hour-long showers. What can he possibly being doing? It's not like he has to shave his legs. She threw herself down on the chair. She wished she could take a shower herself and get out of the horrid dress she was in. It was heavy and impeded her movements, not to mention that it bunched up while she slept.

She didn't know what to expect in terms of living in this limbo, being trapped in the portrait but not dead. She didn't feel like she needed a shower, to brush her teeth, or even use the restroom. It was the weirdest feeling. She could move and she could feel her movements but at the same time she felt disconnected from the real world; she had no awareness of her surroundings on a sensory level. She could remember what a bubblebath felt like and she yearned for one something wicked.

Hermione heard the bathroom door open and moved to the front of the painting, ready to start talking as soon as Draco walked into his bedroom. She stopped short when she saw him, though. He had only a towel on. She could see drops of water running down his back and becoming trapped in the towel. She stood transfixed. What is it about wet men that make woman think sex?she pondered.

Draco was pale and skinny, not the sort of guy that attracted her usually, but that didn't stop the errant thought of what it would be like to sleep with him. Hermione was willing to bet her last Knut that he liked rough sex. She watched as Malfoy rummaged around in one of his dresser drawers before pulling out a pair of boxers and slipping them on underneath his towel. She wasn't aware of making a noise, but she must have because he turned to face her as he tore the towel off his hips.

"Who would have guessed that Hermione Granger is a peeping tom—or should I say peeping Jane?" He smiled at her knowingly.

Damn him!

"Well, Malfoy," she drawled, "that would imply you had something worth peeping at, and I can assure you I don't think you do."

He raised an eyebrow at her. "Granger, if you were angling for a look at my private parts, all you had to do was ask." He moved his hands to the waistband of his boxers, hooking his thumbs in it and pulling it away from his body slightly as if he was about to take them off.

"What?" she shrieked. She took a deep breath and looked him in the eye and smirked. "If I was angling to see an eyesore, then I would have taken Zabini up on his offer."

At the mention of Blaise's name Draco lost his joking demeanor. He turned his back to her and pulled a pair of trousers from a drawer. He fought the urge to put a silencing charm on her painting. That mouth of hers was enough to drive even the most patient soul to madness. Draco walked to the closet and pulled a shirt off a hanger and over his head. Suddenly he was anxious to get rid of her. I don't care how beautiful she is, she's got to go.

He turned around and said, "I figured I'd send Potter an owl and ask him to meet somewhere. Or if you prefer, I'll shrink your portrait and go to the Ministry and ask to see him." He waited for her to answer; when all she did was shift and bite her lip, he scowled. "What?"

"Just hear me out, Malfoy, before you say no. I know you don't owe me any favors." Draco grunted in agreement. "I was thinking maybe you and I could find those missing witches. We have a solid lead—the woman who sold you my painting. She could lead us back to whoever cast me in here. Think about it, Draco." Her voice dropped to a more pleasing tone. "If you help me solve this case I promise to give you credit. It will go a long way toward easing your transition back into the Wizarding world."

Draco wasn't stupid. He noticed the change in her tone and the use of his first name. He made sure to keep his face neutral so she couldn't tell what he was thinking. She watched him intently, waiting for his answer. Why is she glowing? It must be part of the curse, he mused. He didn't understand how someone who had previously been so plain could have turned into such a stunner. A realization hit him. It must be the curse that was making him think she was attractive. The thought made him feel much better. Of course he wouldn't be attracted to Granger under normal circumstances.

Draco continued to watch Hermione. She had started to pace. She was obviously trying to be patient and let him make his decision. He couldn't deny that part of him yearned to be considered redeemed. He felt the familiar anger at his parents well up. It was because of them that he was even considering associating himself with Granger. He had two options, as he saw it: he could go about currying favor his own way, or he could be like a stupid Gryffindor and perform some heroic task.

Hermione had stopped pacing and obviously about to ask him if he'd made up his mind yet, but he cut her off. "Like I care what people think of me. I'm rich enough that while some people will shun me and talk behind my back, the majority will fall over themselves trying to get into my good graces. Tell me, Granger, how desperate is the Ministry for funds right now? I really don't see what I'd get out of finding those missing witches for you."

She glared at him and heaved a long-suffering sigh. "I thought you might say that. What if I was to tell you I'd owe you a wizard's debt?"

Draco's response was to give her a feral grin.
Harry couldn't believe what he was seeing. The face of the corpse was grotesque. The eyes were missing, along with half her face. He tried to concentrate on the half that wasn't destroyed. He couldn't tell if it was Hermione, though. He was startled, along with several others, when Ron gave a semi-hysterical laugh.

"It's not her," Ron said, turning around and stumbling several feet away before sitting down. Harry walked over to him, followed by Keller.

"How do you know?" Harry asked softly. He wanted so badly for it to be someone else.

"I know her body." Ron dug the heels of his hands into his eyes to keep the tears from falling. "She has a freckle on her torso. This body doesn't have the freckle." He started to say something else but stopped. Ron wasn't about to tell them that Hermione's breasts where bigger than those of the dead woman. He wondered if using that as an identifier made him a sick person.

"We still have to have to identify her," Keller told them. It was in that moment that Keller felt the weight of his years. "I can only hope that she's not the first of many bodies." The possibility that they would find the rest of the missing witches similarly was enough to make all three of them shudder.

Harry offered his arm to Ron and he took it, pulling himself up off the ground. Both boys gazed at the body one last time before Apparating back the Ministry and re-intensifying the search for their best friend.

AN: I'm enjoying that people are trying to guess the bad guy/girl. All I'll say is that looks can be deceiving.

Has anyone else been obsessively following The Fallout by Sage over on CG or am I the only one?

Here you go smurphy:
http://colouredgrey.contraveritas.com/viewstory.php?sid=4438

It's seriously the best fanfic I have ever read, hands down.
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