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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 9
The Full Effect

Draco has never felt worse in his life. It's like the worst flu he had ever had coupled with a hangover from a full 3 days weekend of falling asleep drunk barely scratched the surface of how awful he was feeling. Theo had dragged him out of bed, telling him he looked grey and would benefit from some food. He was so disoriented, he missed the worried looks his friend kept shooting his way.
As they entered the Great Hall, he felt a wave of nausea and pain. He stared immediately at her, trying to feel some sort of soothing comfort in his illness. He had come to terms that this was because of the lack of Never Love. It was only 8 hours since his last dose. His chest pounded when she looked up at him, worried etched on her face but the bell sounded. Everyone still at breakfast stood and shuffled past him and Theo to the exit. She was walled in by her boyfriends as usual and he didn't even get a whiff of her as she passed by him. He grabbed a pear off the closest table when Theo tried to shove a plate of food in his hands.
"I'm going back to my room. Tell the teacher's I'm unwell." Draco wheezes out and tries to move back to the corridor, stumbling forward and catching himself on Theo's shoulder.
"Draco, you need to see Pomfrey." Theo sounded so worried Draco almost gave in. The last thing he wanted was to explain to the school nurse and his friend that his body was going through a type of withdrawal from Granger. It was the only fact that kept coming to the forefront of his mind.
"Just get me back to bed, Nott." He wrapped his arm around Draco's waist and tried to guide him down the corridor. He felt his vision start to fade as he took each step further and further away from Granger. Bile churned in his stomach as they reached the courtyard and he retched on the grass. Theo helped him to the tree, leaning him against it and trying to help him stay balanced.
"What can I do? Draco, let me help you. Please." Theo pleaded, desperation clear. When he stopped expelling his empty stomach, he looked up at his friend, only seeing his bright eyes for a second before he blacked out. The only words he was able to get out with the shadows closing in was-
"Get Granger."

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"Granger! Granger oh gods!" Theo bursts into the transfiguration classroom, ignoring the glares of McGonagall and scampering to the front of the class. He grabbed Hermione's hands and yanked her from her seat. "He's dying. I think he's fucking dying- Sorry, Professor." She gave him a sharp glare, probably for the swearing but McGonagall came next to him, pressing her lips in a thin line. He pulled Hermione after him and the older witch trailed behind after ordering the class to do some busy work. Theo ranted while dragging her through the corridor. "I didn't ever mean for this to happen. It was just a joke, it wasn't supposed to be serious. I'm sorry, Granger. I'm so damn sorry."
"What have you done, Mister Nott?" McGonagall asked and Theo glanced behind him, only then realizing the teacher had followed him and Hermione. The question was something she wanted an answer to as well.
"What's going on, Theodore?" she finally got her footing and charged forward and around the corner into the courtyard on Theo's heels. Draco was slumped over himself and his skin was so unnaturally grey it made her feel sick. "Draco!" She rushed to his side, dropping to her knees and pulling him up from his doubled over position, her hands on his cheeks. "Draco, are you alright?" He seemed to come to for a moment with his face cupped in her palms staring desperately in his glassy eyes.
"Granger. You're here." He leaned his head forward onto her shoulder, a silly smile on his face like he was drunk. "Merlin, it hurts when you're not here. Please stay."
She stroked his hair and whispered, "Of course. You're going to be fine. I'm right here." She glanced at her professor and back around at the blonde. "Can you move?" He shook his head and leaned further forward, putting his head into her lap and pushing his nose into her navel, taking in deep breaths.
"This sucks, Granger. This really is rubbish." He muttered, his voice sounded distant, like he still wasn't there but was coming around. She heard McGonagall talking to Theo and watched the boy take off full speed down the hallway. She stroked Draco's head, her fingers sliding through his hair and he hummed happily. She hushed him in a soothing voice and met her professor's stern gaze.
She sighed loudly and decided it was time to explain. "Sometime over winter-"
McGonagall cut her off, "You should wait until the headmaster is here, Miss Granger. I can see this is going to be a lot and I expect one explanation is enough." Hermione runs a hand over her face and nods once.
She's worried. She knew there was a chance this could be a problem and her stomach was in knots looking down at Draco, his face twisted in pain. She felt guilty, even when she has no reason to be. "We should have figured this out already." She brushed her fingertips over his cheek and he whimpered. It was surreal seeing him like this. She was thinking how it was strange that when he was without his dampening potion, instead of trying to have sex, he just wanted to be close to her.
She let her mind wander, thinking the love potion might have been the main root cause but without Theo's confession, she couldn't press any further. She wonders if he gave him the potion or if there was, yet another layer on top of everything, making this worse than it initially should have been. Draco shifts a bit and she turns beet red, realizing he may be resting against her but he still had a stiff bulge in his trousers. She's embarrassed for him. Gods, it must be the worst thing in the world to have an erection while your teacher is only a few meters away.
Dumbledore came around the corner, his face gaunt and his body looking washed out in his robes, hanging off his body like he had lost a substantial amount of weight. She had barely seen the Headmaster this year and she worries for him momentarily before turning her focus back to McGonagall. She nods at her, encouraging her to start but she shoots a look at Theo before she does.
"Tell me what you did, Theo. Please, it's important." She asked as soon as he stepped around Dumbledore, looking nervous and his hands clasped together, his thumbs twirling against one another.
"I-" he looked hurriedly at the two adults before swallowing hard. "It was a hex. It's supposed to make you- make the target that is." He shifted from one foot to the next. "Want what you can't have. They're supposed to be desperate to obtain the opposite of what they usually want. I didn't know- I must have screwed it up." He dropped his gaze to his feet. "It was only supposed to last the night. It was funny it went on longer but- I didn't know it would be this bad. You have to believe me." He held his hands palm up at Dumbledore, begging forgiveness. Theo looked miserable, truly feeling guilty for his joke hurting his friend.
Hermione nodded and let out a little laugh, shaking her head after. Of course there was another layer. "Alright. Well," She looked the headmaster in the eye, they still twinkled with the knowing she had grown to loathe. "Sometime during winter break, we think someone gave Draco a love potion and now we know, hexed him. It's either some advanced brew or the two have conflicted one another somehow. It's been over a month of - longing, almost nonstop."
"And you didn't come to me right away?" McGonagall looked angry. "You should know better, Miss Granger. Especially with something of this nature!"
"I- it wasn't easy to understand at first. He was suddenly...interested in me and it was embarrassing."
Draco snickered from her lap. "embarrassing. Embarrassing for both of us."
"The fact that it's been continuing this long is troublesome," Dumbledore stroked his beard. "Mister Malfoy, is there anything else causing you trouble these past few months? Anything causing a strain on your health?"
Hermione's eyes narrowed, "He isn't all there right now, headmaster."
"The only trouble is I haven't had you in my bed yet, Granger." Draco wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed into her belly harder, placing kisses through her jumper and she rolled her eyes and felt her blush creep down her chest. He was kissing her in front of the headmaster.
"He's- erm. Difficult on the best of days. We found a counter active anti-love potion that covered most of the effects but we've run out and I guess this," she gestures down at him, "is what was lurking underneath that. I'm so sorry, Professor." She turned her downcast eyes over to McGonagall.
The older witch adjusted her robes in her expected annoyance. She pursed her lips and Hermione saw her itch her earlobe and look at Dumbledore. "Albus." Her tone made it seem like she was holding back; like a parent passing punishment to the other because they were too frustrated to speak to their child.
"Miss Granger seems to have Mister Malfoy under control. I can make a few floo calls and find more of this anti-love potion. Tell me, do you know what you've been given?"
Hermione shakes her head. "We just know Never Love works to keep him under control and the Ever Love has a lot of similar symptoms and side effects. We've been trying to find Blaise to ask him what he knows but Draco's said he's been gone."
"Mister Zabini?" McGonagall pipes in with surprise. "Gone? He's been ill? I've given Miss Parkinson his classwork to take to him while he's in bed. Is he not in your dormitory?" She looked over to Theo whose face looked pale and angry. Hermione felt Draco growl in her lap.
"That slimy git." he turned to look up at her, meeting her eyes and looking like there was some of his self control returning.
"Can you take him back to his common room, Mister Nott?" Theo moved over towards the two, nodding his head and tried to help Draco up.
The blonde threw his arm out of Theo's grip and snarled. "I'm staying with Granger!" Hermione swallowed hard. She could've expected that but was too confused with new information to warn them.
"I can take him, Professor. He wants to stay with me."
Dumbledore stroked his beard again and murmured to himself, "Strange. He's like a beast in it's mating season."
Hermione shoots a look to him, "I thought the same. That perhaps he had part Veela or something but- He's quite certain about his purity in his family history." Draco chucked from her lap and he sits up, leaning next to her against the tree and placing a hand on her thigh and his head tilts to her shoulder.
"That clever fucker. What if he used something like Veela blood or mating hormones in his potion? To amplify things?" Draco said, looking up from where his hand sat and into her eyes.
"Maybe. I don't know how that wouldn't ruin the potion to add a totally new ingredient."
"She's correct," McGongall clasped her hands together and gave Hermione a stern look. "Are you sure you're alright being alone with him, Miss Granger?"
"I am," Hermione blushed, thinking about being in the Slytherin Common room and asks, "Would it be better if I take him to my rooms? I have a feeling I won't be comfortable nor welcome sitting in the dungeons with him."
"Like he would be fine with your lot? Your boyfriend won't have issue with him needing to cling to you like he will die if he doesn't?" Theo snipped at her but shied away when Draco shot him a glare.
"You don't get to talk to her like that," Draco sneered. "You fucking hexed me. And then lied about it for weeks! And there will be hell to pay when I'm feeling better. Now help me up." Theo held out his hand and Draco clasped his arm and was pulled to his feet. He reached back down and took both of her hands and pulled her up. "Wherever you want to go, Granger. Just don't leave me to fall back in that dark hole. It was-" he twisted his mouth in a scowl before saying the vulnerable word, his hands still holding hers. "Frightening."
She looked at him with pity; she couldn't fathom how awful he must have felt. As the two adults spoke to one another in hushed tones, Draco draped his arm over her shoulder and pulled her close while she wrapped an arm around his waist. "Slytherin dorms it is," she shot him a small smile and nodded to Theo who trailed slowly behind them.
They were passing the transfiguration classroom on the way to the stairs when the door opened quickly. Hermione's head spun and all her blood drained from her face. Ron and Harry in the doorway, both frozen in place, Ron turning more and more red and Harry's eyes rocketing over every inch of what was in front of him, horrified.
"What's going on?" Harry said carefully. Draco snickered and Hermione elbowed him, he stopped and slipped on his usual neutral face.
"Malfoy's been hurt so I'm escorting him back to his rooms." She tried to sound matter-of-fact but her voice trembled with the lie.
Ron jerked his hand at Theo behind them, "Why can't that wanker take him? Oi! Nott, come pick up your boyfriend! Get him off my girlfriend."
He moved forward to yank Draco's arm off of her but the blonde let off a snarl. "Don't fucking touch me! And don't fucking touch her, Weasel." He smacked Ron's hand off of him and tightened his arm around her shoulders, brushing his thumb against her collarbone through her shirt.
Ron's lips curled in a sneer and Harry, bless him, tugged Ron a few steps away from the two. "Ron hang on- something's wrong here."
"No shit somethings wrong. The ferret has his arms around Hermione!" Draco had moved behind her and put both his arms around her shoulders, pulling her against his chest and peering at them over her shoulder, making it almost impossible for Hermione to act like she was helping him move with an injury. She scolds herself for her bad lie. She should've thought of something better.
"Ron, calm down. Please, it's okay." She tried to soothe the red head.
She can hear Draco's smirk in his voice. "Pardon us, lads. Granger here is escorting me to my bed- I mean, my dorm." Hermione flushed red and stammered, trying to squirm out from under his hold. Ron looked like he was about to start swinging.
"I'll explain later, Ron. I promise but I've got to go." She reached out toward him and barely touched his arm, Draco's grip around her shoulders squeezed and she felt his chest against her back rumble.
Now she was thankful for Theo as he stepped between her and her friends. "Look, mate. There really is something wrong with Draco. I fucked something up." He glanced behind his shoulder at her and his eyes flicked up at Draco. He seemed to speak telepathically because the throbbing headache that she called 'Malfoy' gently tugged at her collar and pulled her along the corridor.
Her friends let out little protests but she heard Theo's voice placating them. "Honest, only Granger can help him right now. It's my fault, I swear, he's going to murder me when he comes back around."
She looked back as she rounded the corner to the stairwell and saw Theo and Harry holding Ron back as he struggled, clearly agitated and wanting to chase after her. Her stomach turned into knots and she swallowed down the sick that threatened to come, nausea and anxiety spiraled into a retched mess in her gut.
They stepped onto one of the moving staircases and she squirmed out from his arm over her shoulder. "Why'd you have to do that?" She snapped, hands on her hips. "I'm going out of my way to help you and you're going out of your way to make my life difficult!" He had stepped down a few steps as the stairs started to slide to the next position but she didn't follow. He turned back to her, a devilish smirk in his face.
"I never said I'd lie for you, Granger," he lifted his hand to her chin and she jerked back, her lips sneered at him, angry at his delight in her anger.
"I think I'll just lock you in your room and leave you to your pit of loneliness and fear." She spat, jutting out her hip to one side and crossed her arms. He moved back up, gripping her elbows and crowding her space, his smirk still pulling his beautiful lips up but his eyes deep and haunting.
"No, you won't." He leaned forward to touch his lips to her cheek when she twisted her head away from his approach. He chuckled darkly. "You're too nice to torture me like that; too good of a person to leave me in pain when you can prevent it." He brushed her hair behind her ear and slipped his arms around her waist. She pushed at his shoulders, not up for playing his stupid little game.
"Don't touch-"
He suddenly gripped her arse and lifted her up over his shoulder, carrying her down the steps and into the dungeons like a caveman. When she recovered from her shock she started to wiggle and punch at his back with her fist, crying out at him, he smacked his hand against her bum. "Hush, pretty thing. You're in my kingdom now. No one here will save you, little lioness."
She hated the furious blush that came to her cheeks as she squirmed harder, trying to slap his hand that was sneaking up her thighs, squeezing and stroking as she let out a whine, part excitement and part frustration.
"You vile prick!! Let me down! Stop!" She hears her voice echo in the dark and empty corridor, so deep in the dungeons she didn't know where she was or how to get out even if she did escape. She never explored this far in the castle without Harry's map.
"Not until I lock myself in my room, like you suggested." She could practically hear his eyebrows wiggle as she realized he meant locking them both in his room, together. She squeezed her eyes shut and made a tiny shriek, angry and nervous.
"I wish you were still a trembling, pathetic mess on the ground! Then I could just leave you to suffer!" She smacks his back again and he comes to a stop. She thinks he's finally understood and is going to put her down, but instead he speaks.
"Vado Ligure," his voice is smooth with a slight accent and Hermione thinks it's French or maybe Italian. She snorts, of course the pretentious Slytherin house would use some foreign word for a password. He squeezes her thigh again as she glances around the common room she had only heard described by Harry and Ron before. It's warmer than she expected.
"I imagine you've never been, have you?" His voice is also warm but a little cocky underneath the question. He turned to a narrow hall and up a few stone steps.
"Been where?" She waited until his grip loosened up a smidgen, his hand slipping to her calf instead of her thigh before she twisted to roll off his shoulder. She hadn't planned on it working and panicked when she realized she couldn't get her footing in time. He caught her with both arms, pinning her against his hip and thigh muscle and pulling her flush against his chest. He moves her like she weighs nothing, laughing before hauling her back up onto his opposite shoulder this time. She feels him shake his head.
"You're ridiculous."
"I'm ridiculous?!" She cried, she felt hot tears prick her eyes, realizing that she was stuck with her decision to come to his dorm instead of hers and she kicked herself internally. She made this choice and she felt like an idiot.
"You are. I was simply asking if you've ever been to Vado Ligure. I didn't think your response would be trying to give yourself a concussion." He's smirking, she can hear it again. The cocky, wealthy, 'I've been to foreign towns so much its novel' tone gritting against her nerves. He opens a door and dips down to slip them both through the frame into his room. His hands slip down and he tugs her shoes off her feet in an easy movement, tracing a finger along the arch of her bare foot for a moment and she squeals, making him laugh.
She realizes there is only one other bed in his dorm room when he tilts her back and drops her onto his bed. She figures it's a Malfoy benefit to only have one roommate. He pushes his fists into the mattress by each of her thighs and leans forward to nudge his nose against hers, staring into her eyes with his hazy expression. "It's a charming little town in Italy. I think I'd love to take you there." He crouched down on the balls of his feet and snaked his hands up her thighs to grab her knickers and he yanked them down, making her yelp.
"Malfoy- what are you doing!" Her voice faltered when he placed a wet kiss on the inside of her knee and slowly moved up. "You don't mean this. You don't want-" He pushed her skirt up her hips as he got closer to her center and she started to shake. This was not happening. Not again.
There were puffs of warmth across her cunt, slightly damp already and it made her furious that his man handling had excited her body. He spoke into her skin, placing kisses against her clit for punctuation after each sentence.
"What I want. Is to take you to the beach. Ravish you in the sand in a tight little bikini. I want to fuck you on the balcony, staring out at the ocean. And relish you begging me to stop because people can see us. But I won't. And you'll fucking love it." His voice is gravel and rough against her and she can't help but drop back to her elbows when he presses his tongue flat against her cunt. Then trails his tip along the outer edge, making her squirm at the tease.
She gasps, trying to process what he was saying and separate what was real and what was influenced by his curse. Surely the last thing he really wants is to take her on some vacation to an Italian beach. It sounds absolutely barmy. All of her thoughts fly from her mind as he grips the insides of her thighs and pushes her open for him, coating her in his saliva as he sucks her clit into his mouth and groans like he had been desperate to taste her all week.
Suddenly, her hands are in his hair, her head against his mattress and she is staring at the top of his canopy. She takes slow and deep breaths, trying to ground herself as he slid his fingers into her, filling her just enough to make her whimper and press her heels into the mattress to raise her hips up, once again some wanton sexual beast, begging for release. She tosses her head to the side and catches her reflection in a tall mirror; her cheeks flushed, her eyes look wild and her bottom lip is between her teeth. She barely recognizes herself. 'Who are you?'

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