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The Itch That Won\'t Go Away	By : sabreenthequeen Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 19098 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Yep there's more stuff in this chapter. I really don't know where I got the idea for this story in the first place. It's so odd, don't you agree? I remember starting with a plot. I guess that disappeared. Oops.
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Chapter VIII: The Itch and the Proposal
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Hermione's head hurt like as if someone was banging a hammer on it for ages on end. Her eyes were sealed shut and she tried to open them, but the pressure in her head made it impossible to remember how to open them in the first place. She felt giddy and her stomach was doing flips. Her body was going up and down, up and down and Hermione didn't know what was going on. She supposed she was going up the stairs or something of that sort but the question was, she was sleeping so how could she go up the stairs?
Suddenly she was able to feel two hands around her. One under her butt, securing her and the other on her back.
Who the hell was holding her?
She was about to open her eyes, when they stopped jerking up and down and it seemed to her that they were now walking in the hallway.
She was beginning to panic.
Where was she? Who was holding her? What if…
She couldn't even finish the thought. She needed to open her eyes and go away, but if she couldn't even remember how to open her eyes, how could she even walk?
Finally they stopped and she heard a familiar voice say, "Pan's Horns."
They were at the Head Dorms. So that meant that she was all right.
But then again, it also meant Draco Malfoy was carrying her.
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Harry's eyes fluttered open. His head hurt a great deal, like as if he was pounding his head on the wall for ages.
Which was exactly was he was doing…just not the ages part.
He slowly sat up and rubbed his head. There was a big bump just above his left eye and it hurt like hell.
Great. Just Great, he thought and he tried to stand up, but his legs were wobbly and he fell as soon as he put pressure on his leg.
Can it get any worse? He thought miserably as he held on the wall for support and stood up, this time doing so without falling.
The wall began to spin again, but as he looked around him, everything was blurry.
Then he mentally smacked himself. Of course it would be blurry; he wasn't wearing his glasses.
Again he went on his hands and knees, frantically looking for his black-rimmed glasses. Cursing the Gods for giving him poor eyesight.
Finally, for what seemed like ages, he found a familiar object and put it on his nose. Thanking the person who came up with this idea of glasses. The bad part was, it was dirty so he sat down on the floor, grabbed a handful of his shirt and wiped the lenses.
When he placed them on his nose, he smiled at the world.
It's good to be able to see.
But he regretted his words as soon as he took sight of the thing in front of him.
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Hermione tired to peel her eyes open, but it seemed they were glued shut.
She felt herself being carried inside the room, for the light became brighter and fiercer than the ones in the halls.
Before she was able to understand what was happening, he dumped her on the bed.
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Harry's jaw dropped as he saw the thing in front of him. Blinking to make sure if what he saw was right.
It was Ginny's red thong, hanging on a nail on the opposite wall. Right in the place where he had seen the two fucking like monkeys.
He walked closer to see if it was real, or his mind was playing tricks on him.
It was real.
He could see the thong, dripping…wet and disgusting.
The sight was repulsive.
He shut his eyes and ran away.
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Ron woke up and licked his lips. It tasted of cherry pie.
A smile played on his lips at the sight in front of him.
There really was a cherry pie there and it was squished because of his head.
Nevertheless, his stomach growled and he began to eat it.
"Mmmmm. Good."
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Hermione opened her eyes. It took quite a while, but now that she was able to, panic washed over her again.
Draco Malfoy was at the doorway of her room, leering.
"What are you doing here?" she snapped, happy that her voice didn't give her fear away.
"Now that's not the tone you should use for the man who saved your arse," he said calmly.
"What do you mean?" she stuttered.
"You don't remember?" he said.
"Remember what?" she frowned.
"Oh come on, Granger. Don't tell me you don't remember that you were on the floor…drunk."
"What--"
But then she remembered. She remembered her drunken state and her ex-boyfriend, and Ron and the cherry pie.
"Ron! Is he okay?" she asked.
A smirk appeared on Malfoy's face. "I'm sure he's fine. Potter's still there."
She sank in her bed and tried to recall everything else.
Then she remembered her thumb sucking and how aroused she was looking at Malfoy.
Damn, she remembered it now. The way he mouthed the word 'tonight.'
"So I guess I'll be going now. All this hero business sure is tiring," he said and walked out the door. "But not to worry, Granger. I'll be back for tonight."
He turned to leave before she even registered what he said.
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Harry ran over back to the table where Ron was. When he saw the redhead stuffing his cherry smeared face, he couldn't help but laugh, the events that occurred just seconds ago to vanish from his mind.
"You have cherry on your face," he told Ron.
Ron looked up at him and grinned. "Yeah but it tastes good. Want some?"
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Ginny felt so good with Blaise Zabini. He was there next to her with one hand wrapped firmly around her waist, his head bent low, nibbling her ear as they walked down the streets aimlessly around the village.
Her conscious told her it was wrong to be with him but she didn't care. It sure as hell was better than being with Saint Potter.
She moaned as he bit hard on that sweet spot under her ear, marking her his.
"Zabini…?"
"Mmm?" he said against her neck.
"I think I should head back to Hogwarts. I'm getting awfully sleepy."
He stopped walking, pulled her in an alley and pushed her against the wall like he did in front of the bathrooms in Three Broomsticks. She gasped as he kissed her brutally, pressing his cock in the side of her thigh.
"You sleepy now?" he said when he pulled his mouth away.
She shook her head.
"Good," he said and pulled her skirt up and thrust into her without having to fumble with the red obstacle he threw away. His little Christmas gift to Potter.
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Ron looked at Harry expectantly. When the raven-haired boy made no move to eat some of his pie, he wiped some off his face with his finger and pointed it towards him beckoning him to lick it clean.
Harry looked at Ron's outstretched finger. The red substance dripping. He didn't know why but he leaned forward and licked it from Ron's finger, slightly sucking it.
"Mmm that was good," he commented.
Ron grinned. "Told you sso," he said, the whiskey slurring his words.
Suddenly it hit him.
What am I doing? he thought. No! I will not become gay!
With that thought, he ran away. This time all the way towards Hogwarts leaving a perplexed and drunken Ron behind.
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Ginny panted, clinging on to Blaise after another heated session. The sun was about to set soon, the result of the short months of October. She would have been shivering at this point, wearing a mini skirt and a low V-neck shirt on top, but the heat from both her body and Zabini made it awfully hot and she was sweating.
He pulled her off of him. "Let's get back," he said and she nodded in reply.
As they went back to Hogwarts, Ginny couldn't help but wonder what Harry was doing. She didn't know that Harry had seen them together, but he must have heard and saw her thong there. He did have a quarter of his brains so he would be able to put two and two together and figure it out. Or maybe he wouldn't. He was pretty thickheaded.
Whatever it was, she didn't care if he found out. Blaise fucked her so good, that was all that mattered.
She rubbed the inside of his hand and he squeezed her ass in response.
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Draco didn't know what came over him. One minute he was despising the mudblood, next he was all over her, trying anything it took to get a piece of her.
He mentally kicked himself for ever wanting to bed the mudblood he so despised all these years. Whom he tortured and hated and persecuted for her heredity. Now he was getting lustful desires for her. It was all too much.
The kiss in the morning was excusable. But the kiss they shared outside in public should not have occurred. He simply approached her at the time to start on his simple blackmailing plan. He knew information about Hermione Granger's brother and he simply wanted to tell her and possibly get a few galleons from her or maybe make her patrol his areas for him in return. Or even make her do some of his work like cleaning his room or stopping Potter and Weasley for incessantly picking on him and do a couple of pranks on them as well.
However now it had drastically changed. The little wrench just had to get him hard for the fifth time that day! Now he had an itch that desperately needed scratching and he had the perfect plan to getting it done.
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Harry ran all the way back to Hogwarts and when he reached the large doors, he scrambled inside, just to get away from the events that happened moments ago. It was all too much and his head was spinning so fast it, he couldn't even see properly. He would rather meet Voldemort ten times than go through what he did moments before. As he made his way towards Gryffindor Tower he met a familiar dirty-blond haired lunatic.
It was Luna Lovegood.
He didn't know why but a smile came across his lips.
"Hey Luna!" he called out making her turn around and face him although her pale eyes weren't on him but somewhere out in the universe.
"Yes?" she said.
Harry quickly rushed up to her and caught her lips in a kiss.
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Hermione still stayed in her bed and was dozing off, ready to fall asleep.
Suddenly the door opened and in came Draco Malfoy.
"What are you doing here now?" she said lazily.
"Didn't I say I'll be here tonight?" He closed the door behind him and walked over to her.
Hermione gulped. "Yeah, but I thought…"
"Thought I would forget?"
She shrugged her shoulders. "So why are you here? Don't tell me you are here to save me from dust bunnies."
He had a perplexed look on his face.
"Oh nevermind!" she said, exasperated. "Kindly tell me why you are here so you could leave and let me sleep in peace."
"I don't think I'll let you sleep in peace tonight," he said, the familiar smirk playing at his lips.
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Ron happily ate his pie, it was his third slice and he couldn't get enough of it. Suddenly Crabbe and Goyle came from no where.
"Want some?" Ron asked, still in his drunken state.
The two boys shrugged their shoulders and dug in.
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Harry didn't know why he kissed Luna. Maybe he did so to make sure he would stay straight. He had no desire to stray the other way.
He pulled his mouth away, took out his invisibility cloak and wrapped the both of them in it. Taking her hand, he began to walk away back outside.
"Where are we going?" she asked dreamily.
"A surprise," he replied.
"Oooh I like surprises," she exclaimed and they made their way toward the forbidden forest.
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Hermione looked at him horror stricken. What was he talking about? Not sleep tonight? Was he talking about what I think he's talking about?
"I know about your brother," he said out of nowhere.
Her eyes widened. "You do? Where is he? Is he okay? Did he get caught? Is he back in St. Mungo's?" she began to say all in one breath.
"Hold your thresals, Granger," he said making Hermione giggle. It was odd of him to mention a muggle saying and turn it into a wizarding one.
"Anyway like I was saying. How about a proposal? I know about your brother, but before I tell you, I want you to do something for me," he said with his smirk still on.
"What is it?"
He reached out a dragged a finger down her cheek to her jaw and down to her collarbone. "You know what I'm talking about Granger," he said, his voice husky.
Hermione gulped as heat rushed through her body at his simple touch. She knew perfectly what he meant, but the question was: should she do it?
Come on Hermione, go for it, a part of her mind told her.
But Hermione, he might be joking. What if he doesn't really know? The more cautious part of her said.
But he does have a nice ass, she thought.
But he's a cold, heartless bastard, the other side replied.
He's no better than anyone else.
But-- her other side warned.
No buts, and I will not talk to myself anymore.
Closing off her internal chat, she turned to Draco Malfoy, grabbed his collar and pulled him down, capturing his mouth in a hungry kiss.
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