By: ScarletDeva
Author's Note: Well now… oh just read. *grins* Who loves me for finally updating?
Disclaimer: Not mine. Not yours probably either. Oh well.
Rating: NC-17
Dedication: J. Rolande, who patiently sat through two hours of listening to me blather on about a new HP idea. Love ya oodles Jenny! And Ange too. And Anee loves you two as well!
Review Responses:
'Ozmandayus' – You finally reviewed! *faints* Anyway, I'll try and satisfy your incessant urges for more of my writing… *grins*
'HarryPotterWanter' – Glad you liked it. I just HAD to abuse Draco after your last review.
'Fiery Slut' – I'm thinking about posting on adultfanfiction.net but I'm not sure if people actually go there.
'Jade' – Nothing I write should be read quickly! LOL Anyway, yes poor Draco… I like abusing him… *evil laughter*
'Claudia Malfoy' – Glad you're enjoying this. Here's some more.
'nightinGale7875' – I like words like "brilliant." Use some more words like that. Heh. Well enjoy the update.
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Part 5: When She Took Her Life For A Spin
Hermione stalked down the hallway in a huff, her hair and her robes flying behind her. She wondered if there was smoke coming out of her ears and decided that if there wasn't then there should be. She had just endured a lecture from Ron, who once again started harping on her position as Squad Commander. He was very vocal in his dislike of the idea at its conception, saying that Hermione needed to be safe and doing her work as Head Strategist. Hermione snorted in disgust. Ron simply did not believe that she could take care of herself and never would, no matter how many times she led assaults on Death Eater hideouts. He could not accept that Hermione had the right and the capacity to make her own choices and tried to shelter her from everything. What was most unfair was that he was easier even on Ginny, who took Hermione's side every time even if it did absolutely nothing to curb what they termed as Ron's possessive tendencies. She briefly felt a tinge of pity for any girl that would become Ron's girlfriend and once again firmly resolved never to be her. Any desire for that died out fifth year when they began fighting Voldemort.
Damn that Ron. Hermione could rip off his emotion reddened ears whenever he got into his annoyingly familiar spiel. And on top of that, he made her late for a Prefects' meeting with Dumbledore. Well she'd show Ron yet, yes she would.
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Draco rushed down the hallway, already late for a meeting in Dumbledore's office. He had just burned another of Lucius' persistent attempts to bend his son to his will. He was so agitated that he spent a good twenty minutes cursing his father in several different languages and lost all track of time. He was now guaranteed to receive glares from all the surviving Prefects and the Head Girl and Boy. Just great.
The entrance to the Headmaster's office was guarded by a stone gargoyle statue, which was elevated by a matching stone base. He spotted it a few feet away and then his gaze was drawn unerringly to a slim figure further down the hall. He sped up his movements, not taking his eyes off the familiar form and smiled when her eyes made contact. He caught feelings in her gaze that were familiar to him, feelings he was intimately connected with. There was frustration , exhaustion and anger, furious, swirling anger that turned her already dark brown eyes to an almost onyx. He held out a hand and as she reached him and took it he pulled her into a tight embrace, his chin resting on top of her hair, which smelled just the way he remembered.
She whimpered and crushed her arms around him, then pulled back, her eyes staring intently into his. She absently noted that his silver gaze seemed to be specked with rare dots of a soft blue and then her look dropped to his mouth, his precisely cut, arrogantly formed mouth. They were already late after all. She darted out her tongue, laving it across her lower lip briefly before reaching up and touching his lips, his surprisingly soft lips.
His eyes widened, the blues gone, all darkened, molten silver and he pulled her closer, settling his lips on hers. One taste, one single hint of that crazy combination of char and muffins and all he could think about was how free he suddenly felt. His hands slid over her back and tangled in her free flowing hair, turning her head at just the right angle. He felt her own hands caress his back, so close to his skin, regardless of the layers of clothes that separated them. He moaned ever so slightly, all thoughts and worries forgotten.
She itched to get her fingers on his bare skin, sliding over sweat-dampened smoothness. The rampant desire to hurt Ron suddenly did not seem so important as she floated away on a familiar, Draco induced ride to oblivion. She sucked his tongue into her mouth and bit down gently, enjoying the light buck his hips gave in response. A little alarm sounded in the back of her head and she ignored it in favor of turning him around and pushing him back against the statue.
He started in surprise but then felt her hands at the front of his robes, flitting over his already twitching erection. He idly wondered if his reactions were normal but forgot that thought as well as she undid his robes and slid her fingers to his zipper, pulling on it with a quick motion, her other hand exploring the skin right above the waistband of his pants and her mouth still battling with his.
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Hi guys.
This story past this gets into NC-17. I don't want to get in trouble with ffnet so if you want to read the rest go to my yahoo group.
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Irina