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Curse of a Kiss	By : Eloise Downbadde & Eloise Downbadde Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 4933 -:- 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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Short one today - been quite a week! Giving another little mystery to add to the clues. ;)

Chapter 7
The Christmas Party
"Nott!" Draco slammed the portrait door open, fury radiating off his body and sending a few younger years scrambling away from him. Theo was sitting at the couch with Pansy, both engaged in conversation and barely glancing at him when he seethed next to them.
It took three full seconds before Draco grabbed the back of Theo's robes and yanked him off the couch and to the floor. "Talk! Now!" Theo sat up on the floor and crossed his legs where he was, resting his elbow on his knee and leaned into his palm.
"Hello, Draco. What seems to be the problem?"
Draco thinks his eyeball is going to explode if he glared any harder. His friends have been selectively difficult in his current struggle and he's at wits end. "What do you know, Theo?!"
The smaller boy tapped his finger to his lips and pondered for a moment. "I know that I make a very good espresso. And I know I've taught Pansy here how to make them to try and win herself back into your good graces." Draco felt his teeth gritting together.
"And I know now that she was spiking your morning drinks with some muggle dick medication that didn't even work. Honestly, not surprising. Pansy, you really should've stopped after a few days." Theo rose from the floor and took his seat back next to the girl and smirked widely at Draco.
The blonde ran his hand through his hair. "What was all that in the hallway then? About wanting what I can't have?"
Theo shrugged, "Just an observation, mate. A tease about who I've been seeing you about with lately and it made me wonder..." He glanced at Draco with mirth in his eyes.
"It's not like that." Draco snapped, his eyes darted to Pansy who was scanning him with the suspicion he was used to from her. She opened her mouth to say something but he cut her off. "You don't get to say anything. You've been drugging me and giving me endless trouble."
"I thought you said they didn't work?" Theo turned to her and she crossed her arms and leaned back, annoyed. "Can I see them?"
Draco dug in his pockets and tossed it to him. "Knock yourself out. Granger said they're only dangerous if taken every day." The air went frigid. He just let something slip and he closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, preparing for the storm.
"Granger!?" Pansy shrieked. "You went to Granger about this? Why!?" Theo looked amused, reading he back of the package.
"I'm willing to bet I know why you went to her." He peaked over the plastic in his hands at Draco and covered a snicker while Pansy turned a few different shades.
"It's not like this is something I wanted to happen. Merlin, it's the last thing I'd want to happen!" Draco ran a hand over his face as Pansy let tears streak down her face. "This damned curse or whatever it is will ruin me!" He kicked at a chair making it slide across the room and it broke into pieces against the wall.
"So, so you aren't- you aren't actually snogging Granger, then?" Pansy's face was green at the thought and Draco began to pace instead of answering her. He literally had his mouth on her cunt not an hour ago. But he knew the only answer that would protect him and Granger from being destroyed by the rumor mill and Pansy's vindictive nature.
"Of course not! Someone must have slipped me some love potion that's never faded and now I'm stuck...fantasizing about her. She found some sort of repellant at the store that's been working but it's hardly in stock and even if it was, it's fading!"
"That sounds like torture. Who would ever put Granger into a love potion? Let alone give it to you? How wretched! You could've come to me!" Pansy tries to stop his pacing but he pushes past her.
"Or me, Draco. You know I'd do anything to help you." Draco doesn't miss Theo lick his lips in excitement at what that might entail and rolls his eyes. You let the boy give you head one time after a bad tiff and he thinks it's a free pass. Not that Pansy was any better. He buried his face in his hands and groaned, irritated.
"Blaise! Would Blaise have done this?" He looked between the two who shrugged. Pansy looked suspicious but it was hard to tell if she was trying to suss out a lie from him about Granger or hiding guilt. He has a moment of recollection from the Christmas Party of Blaise handing him a shot glass.
"He must have." Draco answers himself. "Where is he? I've not seen him for a while." Blaise is the only one of his 'friends' who is decent enough in potions to make an adapted love potion. He and Draco used to modify them together before they grew older and had better things to do with their time.
Pansy had calmed herself quickly enough to tell him her theatrics had all been a ruse, "He left for a few days. He wouldn't tell us."
Theo nodded, fiddling with the package in his hands, "He got a letter, went off and haven't seen him since yesterday."
"How convenient." Draco pursed his lips and shot one more glance at Theo. "Have you seen Greengrass anywhere? Daph?" Theo shook his head and reached out to tug Pansy back to the seat next to him. Draco made a note to try and find her at breakfast tomorrow. Maybe she would remember something from the Christmas Party.

~**~

The party is full of people he despised. The entirety of the guest lists were important wizards and witches his mother invited to try and reclaim some foothold of status. Things were tense everywhere and he was dying to be anywhere but leaning into one of the center pillars in the ballroom. Several holiday decorations and Christmas trees were flashing in beautiful colours and Draco checked his appearance in a glass bulb behind him.
"Draco!" He turned to see his friends, Blaise and Pansy with their arms linked together. She was clinging to his arm in the way she did when she wanted Draco's attention. "Lovely do. Tell your mother the food was delectable."
"Yes, she must give me the caterers contact." Pansy waves her hand and Draco notices there is a small glass in it. Blaise has one in each of his too. He offers one out to him and Draco takes it.
"Enough with the niceties. Salud!" Draco rolls his eyes and lifts his glass toward the two. There is a clink and they all toss it back. Pansy's eyes linger on him and Blaise, in an uncharacteristic move, snapped his fingers and vanished the glasses. "Cheers, lads but I think I'd like something stronger." He mumbled, carding a hand through his hair.
His eyes drifted across the room and he saw his friend, Daphne Greengrass. She was sandwiched between two old wizards, giving her polite smile that Draco recognized. "Feeling alright, mate?" Blaise glanced at where Daphne was and furrowed his brows. He gripped Pansy's hand that was wrapped around his other arm. Draco shrugged lightly.
"Same collection of bastards, different holiday."
"Blaise, will you go get me another glass of elf wine and something for Draco?" Pansy asked, lightly pushing Blaise away from her. When he was all but 5 steps away, she grabbed Draco's hands, making his gaze shoot back to her. She batted her eyes and gave him a small smile, leaning forward. If Draco didn't know any better, she was trying to kiss him. He pulled back slightly and glared.
"Not quite polite to your date, Pans." He scolded her. She looked frustrated and grabbed at his collar, trying to pull him down to her. He shoved his hand into her face and pushed her back. "Quit it, witch." His lip curled into a sneer and he turned to leave her, irritated at her less than proper behavior.
He met Daphne's eyes across the room and her eyebrows pinched together in a plea and he brushed his shirt free of creases and smiled as he headed in her direction. A sharp sting on the back of his neck made him stumble, his hand going to his head and he whirled around. He is stunned Pansy would attack him for being rebuffed but also not shocked. But Pansy is at the bar with Blaise, talking animatedly, no wand in sight. Draco's nose twitched slightly and he turned back to continue to his goal.
"Draco! What a lovely party!" Daphne beams, clearly glad he came to rescue her.
"Daphne. I'm afraid I must be stealing her away, gentleman. Enjoy the party." He makes a small bow of respect to the two tossers he can't be bothered to remember and lets Daphne put her arm through his. "Causing trouble again?" He teases her.
They had spent many years together, growing and experiencing life in ways others didn't. He was affectionate with her but in ways their parents weren't exactly happy about. Awkward first snogs and a failed summer of romance made it clear neither of them would be happy together, so they considered one another as a sibling. Which made it all the more odd he suddenly wanted to kiss her.
A sharp pull in his chest made him still for a moment. He met her worried eyes and he distantly heard her talking but all he could think about was how nice she smelled. He took in a heavy breath to steady himself but it only made him dizzy with her slightly spiced but sweet scent. He was staring at her painted lips and felt his tongue wet his own when abruptly his head veered to the side, a sting on his cheek. A slap.
Draco blinked. Daphne huffed and scowled, storming away. What had happened? Her sister appeared at his side. "What's wrong with you? You know you can't go around kissing her in public!" Astoria hissed quietly. "People will start to talk!"
He tried to grasp what was happening. He didn't try to kiss Daphne. She wasn't someone who he wanted to kiss anymore. In fact, she had explicitly told him years ago that they wouldn't even pretend to date for their families sake. She had even been seeing another bloke quietly, knowing he would be scrutinized if her parents knew. She was untouchable.
Then why in the seven hells had he just wanted nothing more than to press his lips to hers? He fumbled out an apology, thankful the loud band and general disinterest in him kept the whole ordeal hidden. His mother would have his bullocks if he had caused a disturbance at one of her parties. He found his mother and kissed her cheeks briefly in a good night and excused himself from the party, irritated and confused. He would skip the new years party and head back to Hogwarts early instead, embarrassed at losing control of himself for some reason.

~**~

Blaise didn't come back the rest of the week and Draco was starting to panic. He woke and glanced in the bag he had been keeping under his bed. There was one Never Love potion left and he grit his teeth. The shop in Hogsmeade had given him the entire stock and wasn't due for another until the end of the month. He had been avoiding Granger fairly easily but he would have to find her now. He thinks he can make an excuse to visit Diagon Alley but makes a note to send the apothecary there an owl to check their stock when he finishes his breakfast.
He waits until the break after lunch to seek Granger out. He knows she has a free period next and would be heading to the library so he waits just beyond the doors, down the corridor in one of his many dark alcoves. He twirls his wand between his fingers, bored because she is taking longer than usual. He might have to miss Charms if she doesn't hurry it along. He finally identifies the sound of her footsteps, the tiny heel clicking in the otherwise empty hall in her assured pace.
She passes by him and he lets one heartbeat pass before he steps out, grabs a hand around her waist and another across her mouth, yanking her back into his hiding hole. She squirms and he chuckles, letting his breath puff against her ear and she stops fighting. She grips the fingers over her lips and forcefully pulls them off and he feels the frustration in her tight hold. "It's always so fun to make you angry." He whispers, knowing there's no valid reason to speak quietly other than an excuse to give her gooseflesh up her arms.
Hermione twisted away to face him and get his arms off her waist, she crossed her arms and glared at him. "What do you want, ...Draco?" He boxes her in against the wall and touches his nose under her jaw and she fumbles. She tried to push him back away from her, just a few steps to give her room to breathe but he keeps his palms firmly on the wall beside her. He knows putting his hands on her again would trigger events that were not alcove safe.
"Granger," he says back softly. "I've got one more day of the Never Love before I'm plum out." He sees her swallow hard.
"Oh. That- that isn't good at all." He hummed a reply to her, letting his lips pepper kisses along her neck. "Have you tried Diagon Alley?"
He lets out a huff of air, not from annoyance but to let his warm breath caress the slightly wet skin on her throat from his lazy kisses. It made her shiver and he smirks, leaning back to meet her eyes. "I've already owl'd them this morning. I'm sure I can slip in and out without it being noticed for a quick shop."
"That's good. And what did you need from me?" She had caught onto his game. He was playing with her. He knew she would figure it out but didn't expect it to be so quickly. He wasn't sure how to tell her he had become enthralled with the feel of her heartbeat speeding against his chest. That he was truly excited at the idea of her being caught grinding against him in some dark corner of the castle.
"Nothing. I was simply trying to keep you in the know." He ran his tongue over his canines and smirked widely when she tracked the motion. "And remind you that Weasley is a garbage bin next to me." He let a hand drop to skate across the bottom hem of her skirt and she scowled.
"Lovely. Do let me know if there is any cause for alarm tomorrow morning." She grabbed his upper arms and twisted him to slip past his body and back into the corridor. He exhaled a laugh.
"You don't need to run off, Granger." He felt the salacious smirk on his lips as he followed after her. He felt a little like a predator to her prey as her footsteps sped up slightly.
"What I don't need, Malfoy, is to be pinned between you and a wall anywhere in public."
"Or on a desk. Or in a closet. Or-"
"Anywhere, Malfoy. This works so much better when I don't have to spend any time with you. And since you won't let me interrogate your friends...If I find anything, you know I'll come to you." She reached the library and went to pull the door open and he slammed his hand onto it, closing it again.
"I'd much rather," he leaned forward and grabbed her Gryffindor tie. "You come for me." and he pressed his lips to her, laughing loudly when she jerked back and took several steps backwards away from him, her eyes wild and fierce.
"Sod off!" She hissed, being mindful that classes were out and anyone could've been passing by. He flashed a smile at her and slid his hands into his pockets, sauntering off and toward his class without another word.
Hermione wrinkled her nose and pulled open the library door, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand.
"Prat," she whispered as she dropped her bag on her table. He was frustrating her on purpose again. Part of his game seemed to be ignoring her, even if she directly speaks to him followed by switching his magnet on to drag her back to him. She would feel normal for a little while and then -click- all she wanted was to bury her hands in his hair and have his lips on her; anywhere on her.
She took a deep cleansing breath and thought about her options. She was feeling awful, living this double life, a boyfriend and a secret snog Slytherin was keeping her up at night. After yesterday, she felt she needed to end things with Ron. It was only right but what excuse could she possibly have?
While, yes, there was a war on the horizon and yes, classes were very hard this year. Things would only be worse if her and Malfoy's secret was found out. She would never be able to pursue a relationship with Ron again if she hurt him that badly. She would probably lose her friends for daring to collude with the 'enemy', too.
She wondered if Draco could handle himself now that the sex pills and the love potion effects were negated but she scowled, the memory of just a few minute before answering her question. Even if they were, he was getting this sick pleasure out of...well, giving her pleasure. Maybe there was something else she could do.
They had both been so distracted with the Ever Love and other potions they stopped searching for a hex or curse. She yanked a heavy book on each of those topics off the shelved and balanced one on the other as she crossed the room to sit by the fireplace. The nip of spring was lingering longer this year and she longed for warm summer weather.
She pauses for a moment, wondering how Draco would fair over the summer if they weren't able to crack this before school let out. She grins, thinking of him trying to explain to his parents why he desperately needs to visit her muggle town when the longing becomes unbearable. Then she shakes her head. To think of him pining after her for the summer shouldn't have made her feel so excited. Eventually they would see each other again and she remembers how much she is bursting when she sees her friends after a long summer. She can't imagine how it would feel with a lover and one you are cursed to want at that.
Hermione cracks the first book, worried about having no failsafe for the now clearly apparent lack of Never Love to keep him under control. She wants to order through owl a replacement but knows her bank account couldn't handle multiples en mass. She also imagines the questions that would arise if Draco ordered several with his family bank account.
She finds a few hexes and enchantments, a spell to be placed on an item, like jewelry, that makes your libido go into overdrive, a hex to make everyone appear to be the object of your desire, and even a mention of a blood curse to be place on a blood line to keep them from ever mixing generation after generation. She winced, that one forced an effect similar to anaphylaxis shock when coming in contact with the target. Purebloods were so vicious in their hatred for breaking a norm, she's glad Ron and the Weasley's aren't a part of those sects.
The curse book gives her similar thoughts. The ones concerning love and bonding with partners leaves her skin crawling, some so desperately mind consuming, she thinks she should be wary of eating or drinking anything in attendance to high society parties. A soul bond ritual catches her interest and she's embarrassed to say she was side-tracked for over an hour reading it. The symptoms seemed quite similar to Draco's; the lust and need, not being in control of himself, it effecting the target and the subjects increasing senses when it came to their target.
It was something he would have to agree to start. Between offering a piece of themselves and using their own wands to begin the spell, there was no way it could've been the answer she was looking for. There was also, just before the book started the prank curses, like eyebrow dying and tooth growing spells, something that caught her eye.
This curse required no involvement from the subject and could be cast from a fair distance. It was only meant to last for an evening, its page tucked in between funny party jokes and a soul bond, it would make the subject long for something unattainable. The example is childish: a young man, terrified of heights would long to fly. Another allergic to creature fur would try to buy an entire critter shop. Her heart drops into her stomach.
A Slytherin Pureblood could easily find himself longing for A Gryffindor Mudblood, his class rival and thorn in his side. Hermione knew this was never a real feeling nor was it something Draco ever would want to do in the first place. Even being friends with her seemed to be too far off the beaten path he was raised on. She shuffled around her bag for some spare parchment and a quill.
A stray hand placed an inkpot next to her when she triumphantly pulled her quill out and she followed it up to see Anthony Goldstein. "Granger girl! What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in class?" He looked her over warily but his tone sounded polite.
"Oh, Anthony, you startled me!" She smiled at the blonde boy, glancing behind him to find two other Ravenclaws at a desk, their heads bowed together.
"Apologies," he showed too much teeth when he smiled at her and it made her feel unsettled. She knew him fairly well, they had been in D.A. together last year. So why was she suddenly nervous around him. "I assume you have a free period now too?"
"I do. Have to use all the spare time I can to study!" She shifted the parchment over the books pages, not entirely sure why she did.
Anthony tilted his head and lifted the cover of the book off the table and frowned deeply. "Quite the book to be studying, Granger girl." There it is. That's what she didn't like. He typically called her by name, not Granger. And the added 'girl' at the end was ruffling her feathers.
"I want everyone to know I'm the wrong woman to mess with so I study various curses in between the curriculum. " She plastered her sweet smile and pitched her voice to be honeyed. She noticed a shift in how he was looking at her.
"Indeed. You'd be a crack at curse breaking if you're regularly studying curses like those. Well anyway, my father sent me a few extra ink pots and I was feeling generous." Instead of smiling, his lip curled into a smirk and her blood went cold. "Keep it- for the prettiest Gryffindor in our year." He punctuated with a wink before sauntering away.
Hermione bit down on her tongue to avoid saying something back and tried to look flattered instead. That is NOT Anthony Goldstein and she is willing to bet that it wasn't Terry Boot nor Michael Corner behind him either. She realized she was staring when all three turned their heads to smile at her and she gave a little wave.
What was going on? She knew that her classmates were old enough to brew polyjuice potions but to come to the library as someone else in the middle of the day felt...odd. Something was happening, and she was never good at pretending things were alright when they weren't.
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