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My Little Wicked Witch	By : fuzzydraco Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 22567 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I wish I owned Harry Potter world. But I don't. I dont make mullah off of this story. This is just my imagination running wild using her characters. Oh - the songs aren't mine either! :) PLEASE REVIEW.

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CHAPTER 8

That Wednesday morning, Hermione popped over to the club to chit chat with Mark for a little while. Making sure he stayed in his office she sneaked into private room two and hid the letter with her instructions under the table. As much as she hated to admit it, she was a little excited about the prospect of having somewhat of a conversation with one of her admirers without knowing who it is. It was a little thrilling to say the least. Well she knew it was a wizard and he would be watching her show every Saturday. She looked around the private dance room to make sure that the letter couldn’t easily be found and then continued onto class. Now it was a waiting game.

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Draco had gotten a hold of Blaise earlier in the week and to his surprise hadn't divulged any information about the witch he had been admiring to him. I don’t want to share her even if it is with my best friend. Blaise had invited him out that following Friday by telling him he needed to get out and have a little fun. Draco informed him that as long as it wasn’t on Saturday he was free. Blaise tried prying a little the information out of Draco as to what exactly he had planned for that night. When Draco wouldn't relent he didn't push anymore to get the information. He knew Draco would tell him sooner or later.

Draco walked into Fire and Brimstone and waited for his vision to adjust to the change in light. He walked to the bar and looked around the club. He couldn’t make it look like he was there for other business. Taking a seat on the stool he ordered a beer.

"No scotch?" Came a voice from behind him.

"Huh?" Draco turned around and saw Mark looking at his glass. "Oh yeah, a little early for the hard stuff."

"What brings you in today, Mr. Malfoy?"

"Oh, just wanted a pint and to think for a little while. Need to gather my thoughts about this whole family thing." What he'd thought up as lies fell easily from his tongue.

"If you want to sit alone you are more than welcome to use one of the private rooms. One, two, and five are open." Mark pointed in their general direction.

It couldn't have been any easier. Perfect! "Thank you, Mark. I may have to take you up on that offer." He turned around and looked into the mirror behind the bar. He watched Mark walk to the counter and overheard him tell the bartender to put his next drink on the house and like a ton of bricks it hit him - Mark used to be the bartender when Draco had come by to get away from it all. No wonder Mark remembered about his father and the issues he had had. "You were the bartender way back when!" Draco said aloud pointing to Mark.

"Ah, and now he remembers! Yes, I was. Bought this place from the old owner and got a promotion at the same time." he responded, laughing at his own little joke.

"You have changed quite a bit, Mark. You looked, um, .... erm... uh?" Draco tried to cover up his bad manners. Trying to change the subject, "You were, are, oh shite!" he began to ask and failed miserably

"..gay?" Mark finished off for him. "Yes I am. I have a wonderful partner so I won't be hitting on you anytime soon, although you are a really good looking man. You probably have women falling all over you. Am I right?"

"They are, but all they want is the name and the money. I have grown up since then and I want someone with a little more depth. Not that I don't like looking at all those pretty faces and figures." Draco said as he glanced at a waitress he hadn’t seen before bend over the bar to grab a glass.

"Even if I wanted to hit on you I wouldn’t have a chance. Can't change what you like now, can you?" He looked at Draco and smiled.

Draco laughed. "True, true. I think I'll take you up on that offer and take one more pint and private room number two. I'll just collect my thoughts for a little bit."

Mark slapped his shoulder and shook his head, "Go ahead. I'll tell the girls to leave that room alone for the next hour, ok? Can't have you in there all day!"

Draco walked with his fresh pint in hand and waved at Mark, "Thanks."

Draco reached the room and pulled the door shut behind him. He sat on the only chair in the room and set his drink on the table while surveying his surroundings, trying to figure out where she would have hid the letter. Did she even write one? "She had no choice." he reminded himself. The room was about 2 meters wide by 3 meters long with a curtain lining the wall directly in front of him. There was a small stage with one pole on it. A very intimate setting. He stood from his chair and walked around. There was only one customer entrance, and he had just walked through that one. He could see speakers at the corners of the room; he guessed these were for the music that would be accompanying the dancer.

He stepped onto the stage and grabbed the pole. He tried pulling himself up onto it and, even though he was strong, he knew there was no way he would be able to pull off those pole tricks the dancers normally did. He had new respect for his dancer. He dropped from the pole with a thud and hoped that no one had heard him. He rushed back to his seat, sat down, and waited. When no one came he released the breath he was holding and resumed his search. He reached for the curtain lining the wall and pulled it back to reveal a door that he assumed lead to the back dressing rooms. He reached for the knob but it was locked. The girls would need a plan of escape if anyone tried something funny he mused. He reached for his wand to unlock the door when a better idea came to him. "Accio Letter" and out it flew from underneath the table. "Sneaky, sneaky witch." Draco looked at his watch. He still had over thirty minutes so he decided he would just read the letter here. Taking a seat back at the table, he took a swig of beer and opened the letter. Two small pieces of parchment fell out. He looked at them and saw that one had a fingerprint on it and the other was blank. He set them down on the table and read the letter.

Seeing as I have no choice but to go along with this charade, fine. Enclosed you should have found two small parchments the size of wizard trading cards. On one you will find my fingerprint. I have charmed it so that when it is copied and pasted onto your letter for me it will arrive at a designated area. As much as I would love for it to be charmed to send said letter into the trash or better yet my fireplace, I know you will just repeatedly send more and more notes until I relent and respond back.

In order for me to be able to do just that you will need to complete the following spells exactly as transcribed. This is not easy. If the charm is not placed correctly it will cause your item or letter to go up in flames. Also, this charm will not send living things. So don’t try transferring my fingerprint onto your body. Or better yet - go ahead. Maybe you’ll burst into flames and keel over. But as luck would have it you are most likely not that stupid.

Before attempting to charm your fingerprint you will need to find the designated area where you would like your responses to arrive. I recommend a table, on top of a dresser, or even the floor of your closet where you can keep the door closed and no one or thing can get to it. The blank piece of parchment you will use to place and charm your fingerprint for me. The Transfer and Place spell must be completed immediately after charming your fingerprint. Have everything in place before starting.

Charm Fingerprint - To create the charmed fingerprint, rub ink on a finger on your non-dominate hand. Press your inked finger onto the parchment I provided and while your finger is still in place point your wand at it and say the following clearly:

Cerno Ego.

Transfer and Place - Now take the inked parchment and place it in the middle of the area you want your responses to arrive. Point your wand to it again (your hand should not be on it) and clearly say:

Alieno Quendam Arcanus Positus.

If everything worked you should still be in one piece. If not, good riddance!

Send me a letter with your fingerprinted card attached. I will not be giving you another card so if you lose the one I sent you…

Copy and Paste - Now, I know you are itching to send me a response this letter. To accomplish this feat you must copy and paste the charmed fingerprint on the parchment. You will need to point your wand at my charmed fingerprint and say:

Effingo

Then point it to a clear spot on the letter and say

Appilco.

The copied fingerprint should appear where you pointed and your letter should vanish within three to ten seconds. Time depends on size and complexity of the item. So yes, you can send small items. I wouldn't recommend anything bigger than a book like "Everyday Charms and When to use them" as some of it may be left behind. That is also why living things can’t be sent using this method. They are too complex. After I receive your initial note informing me you somehow completed these charms, I will write you back to make sure that your fingerprint works. If this is too hard for you, then you will have to resort to writing me after my performances on Saturdays. Good Luck.

Draco read the note over again. "That little witch!" he glowered at the letter. Thinking she to be all high and mighty. He couldn't believe she had found a way for them to communicate. The instructions didn’t look too hard. He downed the rest of his drink and hurried home to give it a try.

~*~At Malfoy Manor an hour later~*~

Draco sat in his room with all the needed items on his bedside table. He had cut himself a few pieces of parchment to test the spell on first. He didn’t want to use her parchment yet in case he messed up. You aren't going to mess up!, his mind berated him, the voice sounding a lot like his fathers. "Oh shut up! I just want to make sure everything is done correctly. Don't want her gloating when she sees a different piece of parchment than the one she sent." The voice in his head became quiet with the reasoning he had discussed aloud. He read over her directions again and began. Even after just reading the letter moments ago, Draco managed to ink the wrong hand. "Ugh!" He marched to his bathroom and washed it off not being able to touch his wand because of the ink on his index finger. Drying off he returned, went to pick up the bottle and instead knocked it over spilling the ink across the table and onto his green silk sheets on the bed.

"Fuck" he swore, picking up his wand and muttering "Scourify." The mess vanished and belatedly he realized he should have used a different spell so the ink would have returned to his bottle. He stepped out from his bedroom and walked to one of the many studies in the manor. He found another bottle of ink and returned to his room. This time he reread the letter thrice, just to be safe. When he was sure he had it down he started his second attempt. This time, inking the finger on the correct hand, he pointed the wand to it and said "Kerno Ego." Before he could pull his hand away the parchment was on fire and he was having to douse it with spell. "I can do whatever that damn witch can do." he muttered to himself sucking on his finger. He healed his finger and then cleaned his mess, again.

He reread the spell and realized he had mispronounced Cerno. He had pronounced it with a K instead of an S. For Merlin's sake, you’re a Malfoy. You should know how to say that, his mind berated him again. Ignoring the thought, Draco inked his finger again (the correct hand) and placed it on a different piece of parchment, and said "Serno Ego". Draco pulled his hand away quickly and closed his eyes. When he opened them, to his surprise, there were no flames engulfing his room. "Of course there wouldn’t be." he said aloud trying to calm his nerves.

Deciding he knew how to do the first part correctly, he tore up his finger print and tossed it into the fire. This time he would use the piece of parchment the dancer had provided.

Draco correctly completed the first part and he placed the inked parchment on his bedside table. No one would mess with anything that was sitting there. He pointed his wand and correctly said the next spell. Oh sure. The easy one was the one I messed up. Go figure. Draco pulled out a clean piece of parchment and wrote a response back to the dancer. Carefully he placed his fingerprinted card on the letter and folded it up around it. Taking the instructions in his hand again he tapped her fingerprint, "Effingo." He watched as a copy of the fingerprint attached to the end of his wand. Moving to the parchment he started saying the second part "Ap…" when there was a knock on his door. The sound caught him off guard and he jerked his hand causing the wand to land on his ink bottle. "…pilco. What the...?" Draco stared as he watched the ink bottle disappear with a pop. He was never gonna get this right!

“Come in.” Draco called out towards his door glaring at the spot where the bottle once stood..

“Hey mate. Whatcha doing?” came Blaise’s voice as he entered the room. He saw him sitting on the edge of his bed with his head in his hands and his body was shaking.

“What’s wrong?” Blaise hurried to his friend’s side and was a little more than confused when Draco lifted his head and he saw tears on his cheeks. He wasn’t crying though. He was laughing, silent laughter that was reflected through his steel blue eyes. Blaise had never seen him this full of mirth. He stood there with his hands on his hips staring at his friend trying to make out what was so funny. Having been friends for so long, Draco figured out what was on the tip of Blaise’s tongue and attempted to answer him. All he could do was point to the bedside table, then to his wand, and then back to the table. The only word that made it out of Draco’s mouth was “Pop!”, this causing Draco to fall into another fit of laughter.

“Draco, I think you have lost your mind. ” Blaise shook his head at the site and sound of Draco Malfoy giggling like a schoolgirl.

Blaise sat at his friend’s desk by the window and waited for Draco to calm down. After what seemed like a lifetime, Draco was catching his breath and wiping his eyes.

“What in Merlin’s name is going on? I have never seen you like this before. Have you gone mad?” Blaise spoke quietly making sure Draco had to strain to hear him. At least he knew how to get him to listen.

“Sorry. I was attempting a new spell and when you knocked on the door….*stifled laughter*… I accidentally sent the wrong thing. She is going to think I am a complete moron!” He shook his head and looked at the spot where his inkwell had been sitting only moments before. “I hope she needs ink.” Draco laughed again and had to catch himself when he saw the look on Blaise’s face.

“If you don’t want to tell me then fine, you don’t have to. ” Blaise stood up and walked towards the door.

Groaning Draco called out to him “I’ll tell you but you have to promise to keep this a secret, alright?”

“You know if you tell me not to tell I won’t. Come on. Spill it. ” Being glad that he finally was able to tell some one even though he really didn't want to share his witch, Draco told Blaise all about Fire and Brimstone, how he had watched her dance and realized she was a witch, the letter she had written him, and caught him up to everything, including the ink bottle incident.

“No wonder you couldn’t stop laughing! I would have done the same thing!” Blaise laughed as he imagined the look on the dancers face when she returned home to a bottle of ink! “This is some smart witch. I have never heard of these spells. And the way she talked to you in the letter - you may have met your match. So what do you plan on doing to get this woman?”

“Oh you know, use Malfoy charm. I’ll find out what she likes and present those items as gifts to her. I’ll be a romantic and maybe send a few lovey dovey things her way. I just want a good shag is all. She looks amazing. The things she can do on that pole! Wow! Maybe after a few weeks I’ll ask her to dinner and she’ll relent. ” Draco mused to his friend.

“You have guts, Draco. What if this witch decides to send you something not so nice after you shag and leave her? Have you thought of that?”

No, Draco hadn’t thought of that. At least Blaise was looking out for him. “Hmm… well maybe I can find out if there is a counter spell to this thing. I’ll wait a little before asking about it. ” Draco went back to his letter and added a PS to the end regarding the ink that had been sent her way and tried again. Blaise looked on interested. This time everything went off without a hitch.

A/N – Thank you all for all the encouragement. I really appreciate all the reviews and they make me so HAPPY! I hope you liked this chapter. I wanted to show a Draco in a funny situation. I really think the letter sounds very Hermione. I was trying to imagine her sitting at her desk composing this thing and the complete look of frustration at having to write out the little details to the dolt!
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