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Music of the Night	By : DominationThroughSubmission Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 8287 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. None of the characters are mine, they are JK Rowling's. I seek no rewards for my writing apart from personal pleasure. Any songs I include are not mine and I shall give credit to the artist at the beginning of the chapter.

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NOTE FROM AUTHOR:

This is my first fanfic ever. The first one I've ever written as well as posted. Please try to keep that in mind while reading.

The theme in the story is dark, sweet seduction. That's the goal and my main priority. However, I also have a dark streak when it comes to sex and fetishes. I don't know what I will include in the story yet, but if you have a strong aversion to BDSM I would hate to see you get attached to my story and then have it ruined for you.

The song I've included is Music of the Night. It's from the musical the Phantom of the Opera and belongs to Andrew Lloyd Webber. If you've never heard the song before I strongly recommend that you listen to it!

This aside, I really hope you enjoy this. My desire to continue writing and posting the story will rest on your review, so if you like it, please leave compliments! :3

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Draco purred slightly as he sat back in the Heads Common Room. There was absolutely nothing more satisfying than his new power he exerted over the school. This year was starting to look magnificent for him. He chuckled softly to himself as he remembered just last year when he was nothing more than a terrified boy. Oh, how things had changed. He did not hold back his emotions of pleasure at the fall of the Dark Lord. While others of his kind saw the day Voldemort fell to be the end of their reign and dominance, Draco only saw it as a way to improve himself. Yes, he had been petrified when he first received the Dark Mark, but things had quickly changed. How could he be scared when his association with the Dark Lord provided him with all kinds of power and dark spells of which he never would have dreamed of otherwise?

Draco had been quiet, cunning. He hid in the shadow of his father and Severus Snape, pretending to be a mere coward. No one had ever suspected that Lucius’ boy held a deeper power in him, one he was quite content with burying deep inside him until he could take over and do what the apparent darkest wizard of all time could not.

He opened a bottle of fire whisky for himself and waved his wand lazily. Music started playing, and Draco closed his eyes pleasantly as he hummed along. The song was one of his current favorites, a selection from the muggle musical The Phantom of the Opera called Music of the Night. He would never admit it, but he loved music, especially from muggle musicals.

“Softly, Deftly, Music shall caress you

Hear it, Feel it, Secretly possess you

Open up your mind, Let your fantasies unwind

In this Darkness that you know you cannot fight

The Darkness of the Music of the Night”

Draco closed his eyes, softly singing the lyrics, letting his own fantasies unwind. He was not surprised when his mind opened up to his deepest secret. He lay there, slowly becoming aroused as he thought of his Head Girl, the mudblood Granger. There was nothing that Draco would rather do than possess her, surround her with the Darkness this beautiful song spoke of. He would convert her, warp her, show her a Darkness she never knew existed. He wanted her mind to only think of obscene pleasure and only connect that pleasure to him. Only then, when she let in the beautiful serenity of pure Darkness would he take her, make her his and only his for all of eternity.

His music snapped off and Draco opened his eyes, smiling and adjusting the slight erection his thoughts had formed. His music automatically turned off when someone was about to disrupt him, and he knew that the only person who it would be was the very person he was fantasizing about. He crossed his legs and watched the portal expectantly, acting rather like a King about to be addressed by one of his subordinates.

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Hermione trudged up the steps to the Heads chambers. In contrast to Draco, her day had been absolutely miserable. The fall of the Dark Lord seem to tear apart the already fragile bonds between the school houses and her duties had required her to solve fight after fight after fight. She was completely exhausted. If one more fight happened tonight she swore she would march right down to Headmistress McGonagall’s office and hand over her Head Girl badge.

She reached the portal to her rooms undisturbed and sighed in relief before whispering the password and stumbling into the common area. She groaned inwardly as the first thing she saw was Draco. He was propped up in one of the black leather armchairs, looking down at her as if she merely existed for his own amusement. A part of her snapped inside as she glowered at her rival.

“What the HELL do you want, Malfoy?” Deep inside she knew he had done nothing wrong, but her brain tacked on the inevitable “yet” that came at the end of that sentence.

“As eloquent as ever, Granger,” Draco purred softly, his eyes showing his amusement. “I am merely enjoying the first evening at school in quiet contemplation.”

Hermione stared at him for a moment. “Since when have you done anything in quiet contemplation?”

Draco did his best to put on his saddest puppy dog face. “Since my dad killed my mum and then himself. Kind of changes a man.”

Hermione looked ashamed and Draco grinned inwardly. He knew just how he was going to play it with her, drawing her towards him. It was too soon though. He stood up quickly and strode towards the door leading towards his room.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Granger,” he stated in his normal voice before retreating through the door.

Hermione stared at him before shaking her head and making her way towards her door. She didn’t have time for Draco to be bipolar, she had enough issues as it is. The first one to solve would be the aching tiredness in her body. She pushed open her door and locked it behind her with a swish of her wand. She barely gave herself time to strip off her outer layers of clothing before snuggling deep within her warm covers. She sighed contentedly and was fast asleep within minutes.

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Draco hummed the song to himself as he prepared himself for bed. He took time to orderly undress and put away his clothes. He smiled as he heard her shut the door to her private rooms; it was nearly time for the first step in his seduction of Hermione Granger. He lay down in his bed and closed his eyes, allowing his body to slowly relax. He opened his mind and imagined he could hear Hermione’s breath. He slowly matched his breath with hers, allowing his body to be in tandem with hers. As he pictured their bodies becoming one, his mind slowly sought entrance into hers to become one in that way as well. It was in this way that Draco Malfoy gained entrance into and control of Hermione Granger’s dreams.

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Hermione had never had a dream like the one that night. She woke up shortly after falling asleep with the pressing feeling that something had happened in her dreams. She did her best to clutch to the dream and remember it. All she could remember was candlelight and soft lips pressed against hers. She smiled, relaxed as she snuggled into her bed. She did her best to relive the kiss. The soft lips pressed against hers, moving gently and seductively. They were perfect; shivers had run up and down her spine. She remembered moaning softly into them and a tongue slowly penetrating her mouth, claiming her and pleasuring her. If the sense of taste was able to be used in dreams, she would have sworn that he tasted sweet, like oranges and spice. As she reached the end of the kiss, she remembered what woke her up. Her dream lover’s face had become visible.

Her eyes snapped open as a blush crept across her face. She couldn’t really have been dreaming of kissing Malfoy, could she? There was no one on earth that she detested more. No, it must have been a mistake, a fluke. Hermione promised herself that it wouldn’t happen again, yet her mind couldn’t help but sneak back to how amazing the kiss had felt. It was alright, though, it was only a fluke, right?

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The next day Hermione seemed to have forgotten all about the dream the night before. She did her normal routine without the slightest hesitance, showering, doing her hair, getting dressed. Everything seemed to be just normal. It would have taken the most observant person in the wizarding world to know the only difference in her day – the slight blush that crept on her cheeks as she bumped into Draco on her way out the door.

Yes, everything that day had gone perfectly fine. It was made even better by the fact that rumors had spread around of Hermione’s strict no fighting policies. The hallways were much clearer than the day before and she had only needed to break up three semi-serious fights before lunch time.

In fact, the entire week had been completely normal, happy, and even fun (for Hermione at least, the rest of her friends were groaning about the horrors and hardships of 7^th year schoolwork). However, that was only during the day. Much to Hermione’s embarrassment and horror, the dreams had continued. Not only did they continue but they had gotten clearer and, if she was being honest with herself, more pleasurable.

The worst part is that it slowly started to affect her waking hours as well. When she woke up in the mornings she could feel his lips against hers. It might have been paranoia, but she swore she could feel his eyes sinking into the back of her head when she wasn’t looking. At night she climbed into bed, her heart beating excitedly. She tried to put the dreams out of her mind but she fell asleep thinking about it. The worst part was when they were alone in the common room. She could no longer hide the blush that crept onto her face, and that arrogant bastard didn’t make it any easier with his knowing smirk. How could he know? He probably hated her just as much as she did him!

The dreams were always the same with only minor differences. Hermione was there, in a dark room lit only by dozens of candles on available surfaces and the warmth of a fire. The décor was beautiful: warm, masculine tones with dark wood furniture. There was a bed in the room, but Hermione was seated on a smooth, comfortable couch facing the fire. Draco was seated next to her, purring beautiful, seductive words in her ear. He lifted her chin and stared longingly into her warm, chocolate eyes. He told her that she was beautiful, perfect even. Then his hand moved gently to cup her face as he leaned in and brushed his lips against hers.

At this point in the dream things would start to differ, almost as if Hermione’s subconscious mind changed her response to what she would do for that specific day. Tonight she couldn’t hold back her passion for him. He had been teasing her all week, now she wanted some form of gratification. It’s not like it would hurt, it was only a dream. Hermione pressed her mouth against his, needing more contact. Her arms snaked around his neck to pull him closer to her. He moaned in surprise and her tongue slipped into his mouth, sparks and shivers shooting across her skin at his wonderful orange spice taste. Draco chuckled slightly after his initial surprise left and took over, dominating her mouth. His tongue pushed past hers, gaining entrance into her mouth and stroking over hers in a way that made her groan from desire.

The broke apart briefly and Hermione panted, staring in wonder into his dark, desire clouded eyes. She leaned in for another kiss, one even more passionate and needing as before. Her hands slid down from his neck and down his chest. She slid them under his shirt and moaned with him. His skin felt amazing. It was as if tiny jolts of electricity connected them together everywhere they touched. She slowly started pulling his shirt up, needing desperately to feel his skin pressed against hers. Just then, he grabbed hold of her hands. He chuckled softly as she pouted at him.

“Not yet. Soon, I promise, but not yet,” he whispered softly. He then leaned over to brush his lips lightly against hers, and in the moment that they connected she was wrenched from her dream world. She woke up in bed, her body shaking slightly from her desire.

“Ugh! It’s just not fair!” She grumbled angrily to herself and covered her eyes with the back of her arm. If only the real Draco paid as much attention to her in real life. Then she would make sure that he didn’t leave her wanting!
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