Disclaimer: I'm not J.K. Rowling or the dudes that own rights to Harry
Potter shirts. If I were I wouldn't be writing a stinking fan fiction! I'd
be on a cruise right now to Hawaii! -cough- Hope the point got through
Author's Note: This was just an idea I thought of... Don't hurt me...
****************************** A Death Eater's Kiss
When Lucius Malfoy and Hermione Granger kissed....
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"Family night? What the...?"
Ron was saying, pointing to a bright yellow sign on the notice board. Harry and Hermione walked over. It was November and the three had been at Hogwarts for their 7th year that was going good so far. Ron read out loud as though trying to get it through his head it was happening,
"On November 15th, each student will have to have at least one family member or guardian to come to Hogwarts. Let your Head of House know if this is thoroughly impossible."
Hermione looked at it,
"How do they expect Muggles to come with all the anti-muggle repellants here?"
Harry shrugged,
"I don't have much to worry about do I? Unless Dumbledore wants Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, and Dudley to come up here."
His green eyes widened in horror as he thought of it,
"Shall we go visit Professor McGonagall, now?" He asked.
Hermione shrugged and walked back over to her Ancient Runes homework. Ron walked over to and started to write letters to his family members,
"OY! Ginny!"
The red headed 16-year-old looked over at Ron with an annoyed expression on her face. Ron ignored it and the exact same expression on Ginny's friend's faces,
"I'm writing a letter to Mum and the rest for both of us."
Ginny shrugged and went back to chatting and painting her toenails. Hermione gave a sigh and put away her homework as Harry joined them, looking quite sad and put out. Ron kept scratching on the parchment as Hermione and Harry went to go tell Professor McGonagall their problems.
On the way the two met up with Neville, who was heading the exact same way. Hermione smiled at Neville and knocked on McGonagall's door. The door swung open and the three walked in. Professor McGonagall was sitting at her desk, looking slightly tire and writing on a piece of parchment.
"Uh.. Professor?"
Hermione asked as Professor McGonagall continued to ignore them. She looked up and gave a grim smile,
"Yes Miss Granger."
"We were wondering about the Family Night. What about my parents, they are Muggles."
"Yeah, and mine are dead."
"And mine are insane."
The kids bombarded McGonagall with this information that she just sat there for a few moments. She closed her eyes and sighed,
"Miss Granger, your parents will not be coming. I was going to explain this yesterday to the House. Potter, someone will show up to represent you,"
"Who?"
"Mr. Potter, please remain quiet. Mr. Longbottom, your grandmother will come of course."
Neville turned slightly pink and turned to walk out, Hermione followed. She grabbed Harry's arm, forcing him out. Harry slightly scowled,
"Who's going to be representing me? Sirius is.... I mean...."
He muttered off, cricking his neck. Hermione smiled grimly,
"Why are they even having this kind of night anyways? Some of the parents are probably concerned about Dumbledore teaching them, I mean Voldemort has been keeping quiet for an entire year now."
Harry nodded and Neville shuffled forward acting quite awkward. The Fat Lady swung open for them and they scuttled back through the hole in the wall.
Ron was still writing as they came to join them. Neville looked at the three then muttered,
"'Night."
and left quickly. Hermione sighed and stood up,
"I'm going to bed too, it's quite late, you know."
She left quickly, ignoring Harry and Ron talking behind her. Running up the girl's staircase, she opened the door and plopped onto her bed. Lavender and Pavarti were murmuring in whispers. Lavender smiled at Hermione,
"How is Harry holding up?" Hermione raised an eyebrow,
"What do you mean?"
Pavarti laughed,
"Surely, you, the smartest girl in our year will know what this Family night is for."
Hermione shook her head, undressing, feeling suspicious at why these two gossiping biddies were asking her and joining her in the conversation.
"You don't? That's a shame. Can't you see Harry is going to be either ridiculed or admired by all coming? They'll want to see the Boy-Who-Lived and ask him what really goes on at Hogwarts. I mean he did all the dangerous stuff."
Lavender smiled and went back to her bed. Hermione slightly glared, they were just teasing like they normally did. She laid down on her bed, now in her new silk night robes and stared at the dark ceiling.
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The next day, Hermione woke and found McGonagall explaining situations about people's parents that couldn't come. She walked down the stairs and slipped out, unnoticed. Tonight was to be the Family Night and she wondered if she should even come,
"Of course. Mr. and Mrs. Weasly will be there."
Hermione told herself, walking down towards the Great Hall.
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That night, Hermione, Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Neville had walked down in the dress robes they wore for the Yule Ball (although Ron had a new pair that he had gotten from Fred and George) Walking into the Great Hall, they all gasped. The tables were gone, except the teacher table that held food and drinks. In the space where tables use to be held, almost a thousand people were milling about. Different colored robes were in every space imaginable and they could see students running to family members. Neville muttered a good-bye and went to join his grandmother (who was on a long rant about his parents to a couple of other parents that looked very awkward) Hermione, Harry, Ron, and Ginny walked over to the brightly red hair over the sea of people. Sure enough, there was Mr. Weasly, Mrs. Weasly, Bill, Fred, and George. (Percy was still in a row with Mr. Weasly)
Mrs. Weasly bustled up and hugged Ginny, then Ron, then Harry, and finally Hermione. Mr. Weasly was looking anxiously around as Fred, George and Bill talked,
"Oh yes. Business is great!" Fred was saying.
"We're just lucky that people still have a sense of humor even though You- Know-Who is out there." George added.
"I love those jackets of yours." Bill commented on the dragon scale jackets.
"Well, Big Bro. You'll have to wait for your birthday." Fred laughed.
Mrs. Weasly was now fussing with Ron's hair,
"How are you? How are all of you?"
Ron smacked her hand away, a little bit harder than intended,
"We're fine, Mum."
Mr. Weasly was talking to Hermione, hurriedly,
"So, are your parents coming?"
Hermione shook her head and Mr. Weasly looked disappointed. Harry looked around and grinned. Nudging Hermione, he pointed at a gray haired person. Remus Lupin was struggling through the crowd to get near them. He looked extremely pale and said hurriedly,
"Hello, Harry. Sorry about being late. I haven't been feeling well lately."
"Oh, Remus. Have you tried that soup I gave you?"
"No, Molly. Sorry. Didn't have time."
Mrs. Weasly looked disappointed, but went to trying to straighten Harry's hair. Remus smiled at Harry,
"How are you, Harry?"
Harry shrugged, not minding Mrs. Weasly. Hermione slightly looked around and said,
"I'm going to get some pumpkin juice."
Before she heard anyone's answer she strode away. She just wanted to go back to the dormitory now. As she hurried through the crowd and was almost in the hallway, she tripped over a foot and rolled down the open Entrance doors and onto the grounds. Laughter was heard and Draco Malfoy came out of the shadows,
"What's the matter, mudblood? Lost your parents some where?"
Hermione glared and tried to stand up, but was quickly hit by a yellow stream of light from Draco and her feet interlocked, unmoving. Draco laughed and laughed, until a hand went on his shoulder,
"Now. Now, Draco. What are you doing in the cold? Oh."
His cold gray eyes looked down at Hermione. A smirk went on his face,
"Go along now Draco. I'll be there shortly."
Draco laughed and walked away. Lucius Malfoy walked forward to Hermione and muttered the counter curse. She sprang up, but he stopped her. Hermione glared,
"How'd you like Azkaban, Malfoy?"
Hermione snapped at him. He glared slightly at her. Hermione glared right back. It was a staring contest, and neither was giving up. Lucius leaned in towards her, Hermione didn't move, not wanting to show she was weak. Then Lucius's lips met hers.
Hermione almost fell over from surprise, but however her eyes just looked at him. His lips felt smooth against hers. She closed her eyes and leaned forward. Hermione barely felt the hands that went to her shoulders and slipped off her dress robe. It was all right, she had a pretty blue dress under it, pretty, but cold. Lucius pulled her closer and his body heat felt good against her shivering body. Hermione welcomed the tongue that entered her mouth and wrapped her arms around the Death Eater's neck. The Death Eater... A voice in her head said, He's a Death Eater you idiot! Don't do this! He's more than twice your age! However another voice in her head seemed to override the other, But it feels good. He's kissing me, no boy has ever really kissed me. Lucius's hands slid down to her waist when a voice rang out,
"DAD!?!?!?! GRANGER?!?!?!?!"
Author's Note: This was just an idea I thought of... Don't hurt me...
****************************** A Death Eater's Kiss
When Lucius Malfoy and Hermione Granger kissed....
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"Family night? What the...?"
Ron was saying, pointing to a bright yellow sign on the notice board. Harry and Hermione walked over. It was November and the three had been at Hogwarts for their 7th year that was going good so far. Ron read out loud as though trying to get it through his head it was happening,
"On November 15th, each student will have to have at least one family member or guardian to come to Hogwarts. Let your Head of House know if this is thoroughly impossible."
Hermione looked at it,
"How do they expect Muggles to come with all the anti-muggle repellants here?"
Harry shrugged,
"I don't have much to worry about do I? Unless Dumbledore wants Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, and Dudley to come up here."
His green eyes widened in horror as he thought of it,
"Shall we go visit Professor McGonagall, now?" He asked.
Hermione shrugged and walked back over to her Ancient Runes homework. Ron walked over to and started to write letters to his family members,
"OY! Ginny!"
The red headed 16-year-old looked over at Ron with an annoyed expression on her face. Ron ignored it and the exact same expression on Ginny's friend's faces,
"I'm writing a letter to Mum and the rest for both of us."
Ginny shrugged and went back to chatting and painting her toenails. Hermione gave a sigh and put away her homework as Harry joined them, looking quite sad and put out. Ron kept scratching on the parchment as Hermione and Harry went to go tell Professor McGonagall their problems.
On the way the two met up with Neville, who was heading the exact same way. Hermione smiled at Neville and knocked on McGonagall's door. The door swung open and the three walked in. Professor McGonagall was sitting at her desk, looking slightly tire and writing on a piece of parchment.
"Uh.. Professor?"
Hermione asked as Professor McGonagall continued to ignore them. She looked up and gave a grim smile,
"Yes Miss Granger."
"We were wondering about the Family Night. What about my parents, they are Muggles."
"Yeah, and mine are dead."
"And mine are insane."
The kids bombarded McGonagall with this information that she just sat there for a few moments. She closed her eyes and sighed,
"Miss Granger, your parents will not be coming. I was going to explain this yesterday to the House. Potter, someone will show up to represent you,"
"Who?"
"Mr. Potter, please remain quiet. Mr. Longbottom, your grandmother will come of course."
Neville turned slightly pink and turned to walk out, Hermione followed. She grabbed Harry's arm, forcing him out. Harry slightly scowled,
"Who's going to be representing me? Sirius is.... I mean...."
He muttered off, cricking his neck. Hermione smiled grimly,
"Why are they even having this kind of night anyways? Some of the parents are probably concerned about Dumbledore teaching them, I mean Voldemort has been keeping quiet for an entire year now."
Harry nodded and Neville shuffled forward acting quite awkward. The Fat Lady swung open for them and they scuttled back through the hole in the wall.
Ron was still writing as they came to join them. Neville looked at the three then muttered,
"'Night."
and left quickly. Hermione sighed and stood up,
"I'm going to bed too, it's quite late, you know."
She left quickly, ignoring Harry and Ron talking behind her. Running up the girl's staircase, she opened the door and plopped onto her bed. Lavender and Pavarti were murmuring in whispers. Lavender smiled at Hermione,
"How is Harry holding up?" Hermione raised an eyebrow,
"What do you mean?"
Pavarti laughed,
"Surely, you, the smartest girl in our year will know what this Family night is for."
Hermione shook her head, undressing, feeling suspicious at why these two gossiping biddies were asking her and joining her in the conversation.
"You don't? That's a shame. Can't you see Harry is going to be either ridiculed or admired by all coming? They'll want to see the Boy-Who-Lived and ask him what really goes on at Hogwarts. I mean he did all the dangerous stuff."
Lavender smiled and went back to her bed. Hermione slightly glared, they were just teasing like they normally did. She laid down on her bed, now in her new silk night robes and stared at the dark ceiling.
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The next day, Hermione woke and found McGonagall explaining situations about people's parents that couldn't come. She walked down the stairs and slipped out, unnoticed. Tonight was to be the Family Night and she wondered if she should even come,
"Of course. Mr. and Mrs. Weasly will be there."
Hermione told herself, walking down towards the Great Hall.
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That night, Hermione, Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Neville had walked down in the dress robes they wore for the Yule Ball (although Ron had a new pair that he had gotten from Fred and George) Walking into the Great Hall, they all gasped. The tables were gone, except the teacher table that held food and drinks. In the space where tables use to be held, almost a thousand people were milling about. Different colored robes were in every space imaginable and they could see students running to family members. Neville muttered a good-bye and went to join his grandmother (who was on a long rant about his parents to a couple of other parents that looked very awkward) Hermione, Harry, Ron, and Ginny walked over to the brightly red hair over the sea of people. Sure enough, there was Mr. Weasly, Mrs. Weasly, Bill, Fred, and George. (Percy was still in a row with Mr. Weasly)
Mrs. Weasly bustled up and hugged Ginny, then Ron, then Harry, and finally Hermione. Mr. Weasly was looking anxiously around as Fred, George and Bill talked,
"Oh yes. Business is great!" Fred was saying.
"We're just lucky that people still have a sense of humor even though You- Know-Who is out there." George added.
"I love those jackets of yours." Bill commented on the dragon scale jackets.
"Well, Big Bro. You'll have to wait for your birthday." Fred laughed.
Mrs. Weasly was now fussing with Ron's hair,
"How are you? How are all of you?"
Ron smacked her hand away, a little bit harder than intended,
"We're fine, Mum."
Mr. Weasly was talking to Hermione, hurriedly,
"So, are your parents coming?"
Hermione shook her head and Mr. Weasly looked disappointed. Harry looked around and grinned. Nudging Hermione, he pointed at a gray haired person. Remus Lupin was struggling through the crowd to get near them. He looked extremely pale and said hurriedly,
"Hello, Harry. Sorry about being late. I haven't been feeling well lately."
"Oh, Remus. Have you tried that soup I gave you?"
"No, Molly. Sorry. Didn't have time."
Mrs. Weasly looked disappointed, but went to trying to straighten Harry's hair. Remus smiled at Harry,
"How are you, Harry?"
Harry shrugged, not minding Mrs. Weasly. Hermione slightly looked around and said,
"I'm going to get some pumpkin juice."
Before she heard anyone's answer she strode away. She just wanted to go back to the dormitory now. As she hurried through the crowd and was almost in the hallway, she tripped over a foot and rolled down the open Entrance doors and onto the grounds. Laughter was heard and Draco Malfoy came out of the shadows,
"What's the matter, mudblood? Lost your parents some where?"
Hermione glared and tried to stand up, but was quickly hit by a yellow stream of light from Draco and her feet interlocked, unmoving. Draco laughed and laughed, until a hand went on his shoulder,
"Now. Now, Draco. What are you doing in the cold? Oh."
His cold gray eyes looked down at Hermione. A smirk went on his face,
"Go along now Draco. I'll be there shortly."
Draco laughed and walked away. Lucius Malfoy walked forward to Hermione and muttered the counter curse. She sprang up, but he stopped her. Hermione glared,
"How'd you like Azkaban, Malfoy?"
Hermione snapped at him. He glared slightly at her. Hermione glared right back. It was a staring contest, and neither was giving up. Lucius leaned in towards her, Hermione didn't move, not wanting to show she was weak. Then Lucius's lips met hers.
Hermione almost fell over from surprise, but however her eyes just looked at him. His lips felt smooth against hers. She closed her eyes and leaned forward. Hermione barely felt the hands that went to her shoulders and slipped off her dress robe. It was all right, she had a pretty blue dress under it, pretty, but cold. Lucius pulled her closer and his body heat felt good against her shivering body. Hermione welcomed the tongue that entered her mouth and wrapped her arms around the Death Eater's neck. The Death Eater... A voice in her head said, He's a Death Eater you idiot! Don't do this! He's more than twice your age! However another voice in her head seemed to override the other, But it feels good. He's kissing me, no boy has ever really kissed me. Lucius's hands slid down to her waist when a voice rang out,
"DAD!?!?!?! GRANGER?!?!?!?!"