Abandoned
Chapter 9
Some Modern Glamour
Note: **text** is a memory!
A/N: I had such a good day today, I had to write! We had a school field trip today! We went to a museum and out to eat…I love being in a good mood! This story is FINALLY starting to come along, and the planning for my next book, which is tentatively called "Heaven's Gates" and is OF COURSE D/Hr! I think it's better than Fascination, personally. I'm so excited, my dorky friends and I are dressing up on the fifteenth and driving two hours to see the first showing of HP2 in my state! Ha, I'm a loser :-D Guess what? I got two of my friend HP obsessed in 2 days! GO ME! Lol, I'll shut up now.
IMPORTANT: I deeply apologize that I can't leave notes to my reviewers lately. I've been too busy to take time for that! Sowwy! Forgiven?
It was with great reluctance that Hermione managed to crack open her eyes on Saturday morning. She felt gross and dirty, her hair was matted, due to her own self-negligence. Draco nagged her about taking a bath, but Hermione had a bitter and confused feeling that made her want to disobey everything he asked of her. Hermione was surprised when she noticed that the other side of bed was empty. Draco usually slept in much later than she. She sat up groggily, pushing the thick comforter away and untangling her legs from the silk sheets. Swinging her legs lazily over the side of the bed, she wandered out of the bedroom and into the living room. Hermione gasped.
On the couch was one of the most amazing pieces of clothing she'd ever seen. It was a ivory satin dress with black velvet on the straps, waist, and all along the bustle skirt. It had special cut-in shoulder styling and real diamonds surrounding the black velvet bow in the back. She picked up the dress and ran her fingers over the soft, black velvet buttons running down the back.
"You like it then?" a baritone voice sounded from the lounger across the room. Hermione jumped a little at his voice.
"What is this?"
"It's a dress stupid."
"I KNOW that! I mean, why?"
Draco smiled. "We're going somewhere tonight."
"Where?"
"Oh just a little trip to Switzerland." Draco smirked in Hermione's direction.
"Why?"
"What is this? The five W's?"
"Just tell me!" Hermione said through clenched teeth.
Draco rolled his eyes. "Calm down. We're going to the Death Eater ball."
"WHAT?"
"How dense can you be?" Draco said sarcastically "The D-E-A-T-H E-A-T-E-R Ball!"
"So you're a death eater then?" Hermione shook with anger.
"No, actually. Yet, I cannot deny that my father isn't. I have to go to this. None of the other death eaters know that I've rejected my invitation to join their little killing spree. Without Voldemort, they just do it for the damn fun of it now. Now, I'm expected to go to this. I've missed the last three, and father can't keep coming up with excuses. He doesn't want me killed. I might come in handy some day."
Hermione opened her mouth to say something, but only a pitiful squeak sounded. "You can't make me go. They'll kill me! I'm a mudblood."
"I've got it all figured out…and you ARE coming!" Draco smiled pleasantly, stood up, and walking closer to her.
"I'd take a shower if I were you." he whispered, brushing past her.
Hermione gave him a blank stare, trying to hex him into oblivion with her intellectual strength.
Yet, with a lot of reluctance, Hermione realized there was no way she could win. With head hung low, her obvious defiance defeated, she hurried into the bathroom.
Hermione slid into the warm water over the bath, washing away the muck and grime with the yellow terry washcloth. She leaned her head back on the edge of the bath and closed her eyes.
::Four year old Hermione toddled into the kitchen where her mother was setting freshly baked chocolate chip cookies on the table. Hermione teetered on her tip toes, her long flannel jumper (as in dress) brushing against the floor. She bobbed her head, her reddish-brown curls bouncing from their high ponytail. Mrs. Granger patted her daughter on the head and knowingly handed her a gooey chocolate chip cookie. Hermione took a bite of the sweet cookie and smiled. She quickly slid a pudgy arm over the counter and sneaked a second cookie. She shoveled it into her mouth and the smacking of her chews grew louder. This time, Hermione grabbed two cookies and ran into her bedroom before her mother would notice. She gobbled them up, and for about ten minutes, Hermione was satisfied. Until.. "MOMMY! My tummy!" screamed the little Hermione, clutching at her stomach.::
Early life lesson one, too much of a good thing is usually a bad thing.
:: Eleven year old Hermione skipped down the stairs, loosing her footing and toppling into her mother. Her mother was standing in complete shock, holding a piece of parchment in her hands. Hermione snatched it away and began to read…::
Early life lesson two, always believe in magic.
Hermione opened her eyes, squinting in the light. What strange memories. She dunked her head under the water, rubbing her scalp furiously. Flipping her head from the bath, water sprayed all over the walls, but Hermione ignored this fact. She gently stepped from the tub, drying herself off. She changed into some jeans and a black tee shirt and wrapped her hair in a black terry towel.
"So, how am I going to get into this ball without getting killed?" Hermione sighed, plopping down next to Draco on the couch.
"I'll just disguise you. It's quite simple. I thought a brilliant witch such as you would know that already." Draco teased, raising his eyebrows.
Hermione shot him a threatening look.
"So, would you rather be a classic beauty or a sexy seductress?" Draco asked her.
"I'm partial to classic beauty." was Hermione's monotone reply.
Draco nodded, brushing strands of silver-blonde hair from his forehead. He grabbed his wand and swished it over Hermione's head. A thick, silver goop
poured from the tip of Draco's oak wand, dripping onto the top of her head. Hermione flinched as the warm substance slid down her forehead, leaving no trail, but slipping in the collar of her shirt and onto her stomach. She could feel the liquid pooling on her, sinking into her skin. Hermione could feel her skin crawling, and her whole body grew cold. Hermione opened her eyes after what seemed hours.
"What was that?" she gasped, clutching her chest (which she noticed was a bit bigger)
"As a death eaters son, I have knowledge of ancient spells not used anymore." he smirked.
"Why not just use polyjuice?"
"You think I have time to go find someone to turn you into?" Draco said smartly. "Go take a look at yourself. You'll be pleased."
Hermione stood and walked nervously over to the full-length mirror. She gasped a bit at the sight. Her curly brown locks had changed to choppy, glossy raven strands, stick straight and reaching to her mid-back. Her normally chocolate eyes were a fierce blue, bright enough to entrance someone. Her normally tan skin had paled quite a bit, only a hint of rouge on her cheeks. Her 5'3 figure had grown quite a few inches, she reached about 5'8.
"You pervert!" Hermione screamed, noticing her enlarged breasts.
Draco simply smiled. "Hey. It's not that I have a problem with you the way you are…I just thought I'd have some fun if I had to change you." he grinned even broader.
Hermione glanced out the window, the rain outside dripping down the glass. "I guess I can forgive you." she managed to squeak through gritted teeth.
"You should get ready." Draco said, motioning her to the dress, which lay abandoned on the loveseat.
Hermione nodded reluctantly and grabbed the dress and hurried to the bedroom. She pulled off her jeans and shirt when the door opened.
"MALFOY!" she screamed "I'm changing!!"
Draco let out a low chuckle and tossed her a pile of black cloth. "I got you these for the occasion!"
With that he closed the door and left. Hermione grabbed the pile, to see that it was a black silk underwear set. The bra was a beautiful sight, deepest raven and encrusted with diamonds. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"You pervert." she mumbled under breath as she changed into them. She wasn't sure why…but they were pretty.
Hermione unbuttoned the delicate buttons on the back of the dress, slipping one leg at a time into it. She pulled it up her body, slipping her arms into the thick straps.
"Uh Draco?" she said loudly, and Draco popped his head in the room.
"Could you maybe, you know, button this for me?" Hermione grew the color of deepest scarlet.
Draco nodded happily and hurried to her back. He slowly popped each velvet button into its hole, purposely brushing the back of his hand on her back. Suddenly Hermione grew stiff, then fell and crumpled onto the floor.
**Her bare feet slapping gently on the castle floor were the only sounds she could hear as she made her trek back to the common room. Suddenly, the sounds of her feet were accompanied by the clicking of shoes. As she rounded the corner she was face to face with none other than the infamous Draco Malfoy. Draco stopped in shock for a second, but quickly resumed his pessimistic smirk. His piercing silver eyes scanned her while Hermione stood for a second, shocked by his sudden appearance. Draco was obviously busy staring at her in the robe, as it left little to the imagination.
"So, the little muggle has finally *grown* up." he sneered.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Get a life pervert. And go screw yourself."
"Oh that won't be necessary," he leered "because unlike *some* people, I can find a partner easily."
Hermione groaned. "Give it up and stop hitting on me ferret boy!"
Draco pat his heart, making a motion like she had hurt his feelings. "Me? Hit on a dirty mud blood? I don't think so. I wouldn't sink so low even if I was the only wizard left on earth!"
Hermione cocked her head and glared at Malfoy.
"Though," Malfoy continued. "I don't deny, those are some dangerous curves.." he paused. "for a *mudblood*"
Hermione scowled. "Screw off!"
"Oh, I will." he said mockingly, lightly brushing into her as he passed. Just the feeling of his arm of hers sent a shiver up her spine. **
"Hermione?" Draco said nervously, patting her on the back. Hermione coughed and opened her eyes.
"What's the matter? Are you sick?" he asked
"No, no I'm fine. Just tired." Hermione lied.
"Was that a memory?" Hermione wondered to herself, hoping beyond hope that her mind was playing tricks on her. "Forget it." she told herself.
"Yeah, I'm great." Hermione reassured Draco and stood.
As soon as Draco left, Hermione grabbed a brush and some hairpins from the bedside table. She brushed her hair out and placed in in a messy bun, delicate tendrils framing her face. Hermione pulled some makeup from the leather bag by the bedside.
"I'm wondering why Draco has all these womanly things!" Hermione laughed to herself as she spread some sultry blood-red lipstick across her lips. She lined her eyes in some black liner and thickened her dark lashes with mascara. Her real face never looked good with too much makeup, and she was kind of excited to have a face she could mess with, just for a night.
Hermione left the room, finding Draco in the kitchen, dressed in black dress pants and a black button up shirt. "I need shoes." was all she said.
"You sure are demanding!" Draco joked, handing her a box.
Hermione opened it and smiled. She pulled out a pair of black heels, the straps covered in shining diamonds. Hermione sat down and quickly strapped on the heels.
"They're nice." Hermione said thankfully, twirling a little bit.
"I suppose it's time we go." Draco said, glancing at his watch. Hermione bit down at her tongue and nodded. With a grasp as her hand, they had apparated.
Hermione nervously cracked open one of her eyes, then the other one. They seemed to be in some fancy, old-fashioned hotel.
"Master Draco!" a short, round mad, approached them. Hermione winced a bit and closed her eyes.
**Draco led her up the lawn and to the front door of the manor. Draco raised a fist and knocked loudly. The door opened and a little man with black hair and a plump body smiled widely.
"Master Draco? What are you doing here? Should I tell the missus that you are calling?"**
Hermione took a gasping breath. It was just her mind playing tricks. She focused her attention on the man.
"Vincenzo, I'd like you to meet Charlotte Blackheart." Draco pointed to Hermione, who was grinning nervously.
"Hello Ms. Blackheart, I do hope you find the ball enjoyable." Vincenzo took her hand and sloppily kissed it. Hermione nodded and smiled.
"Are all death eaters this nice?" Hermione whispered into Draco's ear.
"Only if they can something from you, or you are one of them."
Hermione nodded, gulping and tucking a tendril of hair behind her ear.
Suddenly a black kitten came darting out from behind a table and hopped into Draco's arm.
"Skye." Draco said, patting the kitten.
"Is she yours?"
Draco nodded and set the cat down. "Come on. We need to go to the ballroom."
Hermione took Draco's hand to make their act more convincing, and followed him to the ballroom. It was splendidly decorated, with oriental carpeting and design covering the grand ballroom. Hermione saw a few people she recognized, Pansy with her family, Crabbe and Goyle with their families, McNair, and Blaise. Pansy was dressed in pale pink cocktail dress, her dirty blonde hair hanging limply by her red cheeks. In contrast, Blaise looked gorgeous, her raven strands and blue eyes shining against her nearly white skin.
"Hello Pansy, Blaise." Draco bowed his head down low. "This is Charlotte."
Pansy smiled. "Hi Charlotte." behind that fake smile, jealously burned hotly.
Blaise was a lot nicer than Pansy, but only to her own kind. "Hello Charlotte. And may I ask, what is your surname?"
Hermione bit her lip. "Blackheart." she sputtered.
"Hmm. I don't think I've ever heard of your family before. Are you a junior?"
Hermione didn't know what the hell a junior was. "Yes, she's a junior. She and her father, Adam." Draco cut in.
Blaise nodded. "Well in that case, I like your dress."
Draco pulled Hermione onto the dance floor before she could answer. He pulled her close in a slow, depressing song, and swayed to the music. Hermione shuddered as he placed his cheek on hers, feeling guilty at how nice it felt. The music sparkled in her ears, and she could feel herself drifting off into a dream world. This wasn't so bad.
Suddenly, with the cold voice of aged man, she was pulled from her dream world. Lucious Malfoy had gripped Draco by the shoulder.
"Draco." was all Lucious could utter, his voice filled with hate.
"I'm glad you came. It's been hell explaining your abscenses, boy."
Draco simply nodded in fake reverence to his disdainful father.
"And who is this?" Lucious asked, turning his attention to Hermione.
"This is Charlotte. Charlotte Blackheart." Draco replied, gripping Hermione's hand.
"Hello Mr. Malfoy."
"I don't think I'm familiar with you family."
Hermione chewed on her lip. "We're juniors." she said, still not knowing what that was.
Draco nodded. "Now father, I'd like to finish dancing with my date."
Lucious grew slightly red. "Watch your tone boy."
Draco turned from his father and pulled Hermione into another dance. All of a sudden Draco stopped and stood still, like being frozen in time. Hermione raised a hand to cup his cheek. "You ok?" she asked, when a sharp pain invaded her head and images flashed before her eyes.
**Draco found Hermione, sitting on a stone bench in the back of the garden, her hair sparkling in the moonlight. "You look great." he mumbled softly, running a hand over her shoulder.
"Thanks." she grinned, standing up and placing a kiss on Draco's lips.
"You want to dance?" she asked, noticing the sound was echoing outside.
Draco smiled and the two began to waltz and sway, completely oblivious to the rest of the world. Hermione's long hair draped over Draco's shoulder, and her forehead pressed against his.
Draco stopped dancing and leaned in close to her ear. "I should get back to the Slytherins. I'll see *you* tonight." his tongue flicked against her earlobe and Hermione smiled and shivered. She nodded and turned from him, walking down the path.**
Hermione took a heaving breath. Stupid mind. Draco was looking concernedly at her, eyes narrowed in confusion. "Are YOU ok?"
Hermione nodded. "I'm just a little out of it today. Why do you care anyway?"
Draco huffed. "You know why."
"But I don't! I don't understand!" she said through a tensed mouth.
"Look, we've made an appearance at this stupid ball. Let's get to the room." Draco suggested.
Hermione nodded. "That sounds good. I'm a little shaky around all these death eaters."
Draco and Hermione hurried up the stairs of the grand ballroom, and scanned a row of doors until they found their room, 153.
Draco ran his fingers down the door handle. "Identity Accepted" a voice sound and the lock clicked.
Hermione gasped at the sheer size of the room. It was larger than Draco's apartment, a huge king sized bed in the center of the room. The walls were painted cream with a silver border, and everything in the room was black, silver, or green. Hermione walked out on the balcony, her dress waving in the window. Hermione could feel Draco's wand (the magic one lol) on her back and the silver liquid taking her body over.
"You can be yourself during the night." Hermione felt herself becoming shorter and her body changing.
"Draco."
"Yes?" Draco leaned on the balcony.
"Explain to me what I've lost. I want my mind back."
"I can't explain it, Hermione." Draco tucked a strand of her wavy hair behind her ear.
"Please try."
And with that notion, Draco leant down and pressed his lips against her forehead.
He looked down at her for approval and she nodded. Draco kissed her lips this time, deepening the kiss and bracing himself on the balcony. Hermione leaned backward, her hair hanging over the balcony. Draco moved his mouth to taste every part of her face, neck, chin, cheeks, and ears. Her skin felt like smooth rose petals against his lips. With on swift movement, Draco had pulled the buttons out of the holes and watched the dress slide down Hermione's body. She truly looked resplendent in the lingerie he'd bought her. Not being able to stop, he grabbed her hand and pulled her inside. Pushing her against the wall and kissed her again, tangling his hands in her hair. Hermione let out a soft sigh, and slid her hands under his shirt, tracing her fingers down his alabaster skin, over his rippling muscles and abs. Still kissing, she unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it from his shoulders. Draco looked at her for and second and smiled.
"I love you." he whispered in a barely audible voice.
Hermione looked into his eyes, unsure to reply, so she just pushed his pants down his legs. Draco stepped out of them and moved to unsnap her bra. He pulled it from her, watching her tumble from it. Draco moaned, not being able to control himself was touching her all over. Hermione smiled softly and motioned for him to take off his boxers. He did so, throwing them out the open balcony doors. Hermione chuckled, watching them flutter over the balcony. She moved in to kiss him, feeling his obvious excitement. Well, he was a guy after all.
"That's not fair." Draco whined between nibbling kisses, running his hand up her thigh.
"What's not fair?" Hermione teased, still moving her fingers along his chest.
"I'm naked and you aren't!" Draco licked across her bottom lip.
"Well, since you asked so politely…" in a tantalizingly slow movement, Hermione pulled off her underwear.
Draco was just getting on his knees when Hermione backed away. "I can't do this." she whispered.
Draco ran his fingers down her back, sliding down her spine. "Yes you can."
Hermione shook her head. "How do I know you aren't going to hurt me? I've been hurt a lot." she whispered, gripping his fingers.
"I know you have. I won't hurt you." he looked into her eyes, watching them fill with tears.
"I know you won't." Hermione felt a tear slip down her cheek, and shuddered at Draco moved his mouth to lick the tear from her cheek. She fell into his chest, pressing kisses all over him.
"Would you lay down your life for me?" she gasped, pushing his towards the bed.
Draco nodded. "I almost did once."
"I don't remember." Hermione choked. She could see the pain this caused Draco, so she lay down on the bed.
"I trust you." she said, almost as a beckoning to him.
Draco gently lay on top of her, kissing her harder than before, but with the same fire.
Before she knew it, he was inside of her, moving back and forth, causing her the most explosive feeling in her icy veins. She felt fire moving through her, and it took her all her strength not to scream all the profanities known to man. Draco collapsed on her, both of them moaning in unison.
"I really do love you." Draco panted, brushing her hair from her eyes.
And for once in the world, everything was right, for both of them.
-TBC-
Ha! There's your extra long, D/Hr filled chapter. How was the sex scene? Those are hard for me to write, and I tried to make this one longer than the ones I usually done. Please rate this chapter from 1-10 and tell me why!
Planning for Heaven's Gates is going quite well *winks*
Chapter 9
Some Modern Glamour
Note: **text** is a memory!
A/N: I had such a good day today, I had to write! We had a school field trip today! We went to a museum and out to eat…I love being in a good mood! This story is FINALLY starting to come along, and the planning for my next book, which is tentatively called "Heaven's Gates" and is OF COURSE D/Hr! I think it's better than Fascination, personally. I'm so excited, my dorky friends and I are dressing up on the fifteenth and driving two hours to see the first showing of HP2 in my state! Ha, I'm a loser :-D Guess what? I got two of my friend HP obsessed in 2 days! GO ME! Lol, I'll shut up now.
IMPORTANT: I deeply apologize that I can't leave notes to my reviewers lately. I've been too busy to take time for that! Sowwy! Forgiven?
It was with great reluctance that Hermione managed to crack open her eyes on Saturday morning. She felt gross and dirty, her hair was matted, due to her own self-negligence. Draco nagged her about taking a bath, but Hermione had a bitter and confused feeling that made her want to disobey everything he asked of her. Hermione was surprised when she noticed that the other side of bed was empty. Draco usually slept in much later than she. She sat up groggily, pushing the thick comforter away and untangling her legs from the silk sheets. Swinging her legs lazily over the side of the bed, she wandered out of the bedroom and into the living room. Hermione gasped.
On the couch was one of the most amazing pieces of clothing she'd ever seen. It was a ivory satin dress with black velvet on the straps, waist, and all along the bustle skirt. It had special cut-in shoulder styling and real diamonds surrounding the black velvet bow in the back. She picked up the dress and ran her fingers over the soft, black velvet buttons running down the back.
"You like it then?" a baritone voice sounded from the lounger across the room. Hermione jumped a little at his voice.
"What is this?"
"It's a dress stupid."
"I KNOW that! I mean, why?"
Draco smiled. "We're going somewhere tonight."
"Where?"
"Oh just a little trip to Switzerland." Draco smirked in Hermione's direction.
"Why?"
"What is this? The five W's?"
"Just tell me!" Hermione said through clenched teeth.
Draco rolled his eyes. "Calm down. We're going to the Death Eater ball."
"WHAT?"
"How dense can you be?" Draco said sarcastically "The D-E-A-T-H E-A-T-E-R Ball!"
"So you're a death eater then?" Hermione shook with anger.
"No, actually. Yet, I cannot deny that my father isn't. I have to go to this. None of the other death eaters know that I've rejected my invitation to join their little killing spree. Without Voldemort, they just do it for the damn fun of it now. Now, I'm expected to go to this. I've missed the last three, and father can't keep coming up with excuses. He doesn't want me killed. I might come in handy some day."
Hermione opened her mouth to say something, but only a pitiful squeak sounded. "You can't make me go. They'll kill me! I'm a mudblood."
"I've got it all figured out…and you ARE coming!" Draco smiled pleasantly, stood up, and walking closer to her.
"I'd take a shower if I were you." he whispered, brushing past her.
Hermione gave him a blank stare, trying to hex him into oblivion with her intellectual strength.
Yet, with a lot of reluctance, Hermione realized there was no way she could win. With head hung low, her obvious defiance defeated, she hurried into the bathroom.
Hermione slid into the warm water over the bath, washing away the muck and grime with the yellow terry washcloth. She leaned her head back on the edge of the bath and closed her eyes.
::Four year old Hermione toddled into the kitchen where her mother was setting freshly baked chocolate chip cookies on the table. Hermione teetered on her tip toes, her long flannel jumper (as in dress) brushing against the floor. She bobbed her head, her reddish-brown curls bouncing from their high ponytail. Mrs. Granger patted her daughter on the head and knowingly handed her a gooey chocolate chip cookie. Hermione took a bite of the sweet cookie and smiled. She quickly slid a pudgy arm over the counter and sneaked a second cookie. She shoveled it into her mouth and the smacking of her chews grew louder. This time, Hermione grabbed two cookies and ran into her bedroom before her mother would notice. She gobbled them up, and for about ten minutes, Hermione was satisfied. Until.. "MOMMY! My tummy!" screamed the little Hermione, clutching at her stomach.::
Early life lesson one, too much of a good thing is usually a bad thing.
:: Eleven year old Hermione skipped down the stairs, loosing her footing and toppling into her mother. Her mother was standing in complete shock, holding a piece of parchment in her hands. Hermione snatched it away and began to read…::
Early life lesson two, always believe in magic.
Hermione opened her eyes, squinting in the light. What strange memories. She dunked her head under the water, rubbing her scalp furiously. Flipping her head from the bath, water sprayed all over the walls, but Hermione ignored this fact. She gently stepped from the tub, drying herself off. She changed into some jeans and a black tee shirt and wrapped her hair in a black terry towel.
"So, how am I going to get into this ball without getting killed?" Hermione sighed, plopping down next to Draco on the couch.
"I'll just disguise you. It's quite simple. I thought a brilliant witch such as you would know that already." Draco teased, raising his eyebrows.
Hermione shot him a threatening look.
"So, would you rather be a classic beauty or a sexy seductress?" Draco asked her.
"I'm partial to classic beauty." was Hermione's monotone reply.
Draco nodded, brushing strands of silver-blonde hair from his forehead. He grabbed his wand and swished it over Hermione's head. A thick, silver goop
poured from the tip of Draco's oak wand, dripping onto the top of her head. Hermione flinched as the warm substance slid down her forehead, leaving no trail, but slipping in the collar of her shirt and onto her stomach. She could feel the liquid pooling on her, sinking into her skin. Hermione could feel her skin crawling, and her whole body grew cold. Hermione opened her eyes after what seemed hours.
"What was that?" she gasped, clutching her chest (which she noticed was a bit bigger)
"As a death eaters son, I have knowledge of ancient spells not used anymore." he smirked.
"Why not just use polyjuice?"
"You think I have time to go find someone to turn you into?" Draco said smartly. "Go take a look at yourself. You'll be pleased."
Hermione stood and walked nervously over to the full-length mirror. She gasped a bit at the sight. Her curly brown locks had changed to choppy, glossy raven strands, stick straight and reaching to her mid-back. Her normally chocolate eyes were a fierce blue, bright enough to entrance someone. Her normally tan skin had paled quite a bit, only a hint of rouge on her cheeks. Her 5'3 figure had grown quite a few inches, she reached about 5'8.
"You pervert!" Hermione screamed, noticing her enlarged breasts.
Draco simply smiled. "Hey. It's not that I have a problem with you the way you are…I just thought I'd have some fun if I had to change you." he grinned even broader.
Hermione glanced out the window, the rain outside dripping down the glass. "I guess I can forgive you." she managed to squeak through gritted teeth.
"You should get ready." Draco said, motioning her to the dress, which lay abandoned on the loveseat.
Hermione nodded reluctantly and grabbed the dress and hurried to the bedroom. She pulled off her jeans and shirt when the door opened.
"MALFOY!" she screamed "I'm changing!!"
Draco let out a low chuckle and tossed her a pile of black cloth. "I got you these for the occasion!"
With that he closed the door and left. Hermione grabbed the pile, to see that it was a black silk underwear set. The bra was a beautiful sight, deepest raven and encrusted with diamonds. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"You pervert." she mumbled under breath as she changed into them. She wasn't sure why…but they were pretty.
Hermione unbuttoned the delicate buttons on the back of the dress, slipping one leg at a time into it. She pulled it up her body, slipping her arms into the thick straps.
"Uh Draco?" she said loudly, and Draco popped his head in the room.
"Could you maybe, you know, button this for me?" Hermione grew the color of deepest scarlet.
Draco nodded happily and hurried to her back. He slowly popped each velvet button into its hole, purposely brushing the back of his hand on her back. Suddenly Hermione grew stiff, then fell and crumpled onto the floor.
**Her bare feet slapping gently on the castle floor were the only sounds she could hear as she made her trek back to the common room. Suddenly, the sounds of her feet were accompanied by the clicking of shoes. As she rounded the corner she was face to face with none other than the infamous Draco Malfoy. Draco stopped in shock for a second, but quickly resumed his pessimistic smirk. His piercing silver eyes scanned her while Hermione stood for a second, shocked by his sudden appearance. Draco was obviously busy staring at her in the robe, as it left little to the imagination.
"So, the little muggle has finally *grown* up." he sneered.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Get a life pervert. And go screw yourself."
"Oh that won't be necessary," he leered "because unlike *some* people, I can find a partner easily."
Hermione groaned. "Give it up and stop hitting on me ferret boy!"
Draco pat his heart, making a motion like she had hurt his feelings. "Me? Hit on a dirty mud blood? I don't think so. I wouldn't sink so low even if I was the only wizard left on earth!"
Hermione cocked her head and glared at Malfoy.
"Though," Malfoy continued. "I don't deny, those are some dangerous curves.." he paused. "for a *mudblood*"
Hermione scowled. "Screw off!"
"Oh, I will." he said mockingly, lightly brushing into her as he passed. Just the feeling of his arm of hers sent a shiver up her spine. **
"Hermione?" Draco said nervously, patting her on the back. Hermione coughed and opened her eyes.
"What's the matter? Are you sick?" he asked
"No, no I'm fine. Just tired." Hermione lied.
"Was that a memory?" Hermione wondered to herself, hoping beyond hope that her mind was playing tricks on her. "Forget it." she told herself.
"Yeah, I'm great." Hermione reassured Draco and stood.
As soon as Draco left, Hermione grabbed a brush and some hairpins from the bedside table. She brushed her hair out and placed in in a messy bun, delicate tendrils framing her face. Hermione pulled some makeup from the leather bag by the bedside.
"I'm wondering why Draco has all these womanly things!" Hermione laughed to herself as she spread some sultry blood-red lipstick across her lips. She lined her eyes in some black liner and thickened her dark lashes with mascara. Her real face never looked good with too much makeup, and she was kind of excited to have a face she could mess with, just for a night.
Hermione left the room, finding Draco in the kitchen, dressed in black dress pants and a black button up shirt. "I need shoes." was all she said.
"You sure are demanding!" Draco joked, handing her a box.
Hermione opened it and smiled. She pulled out a pair of black heels, the straps covered in shining diamonds. Hermione sat down and quickly strapped on the heels.
"They're nice." Hermione said thankfully, twirling a little bit.
"I suppose it's time we go." Draco said, glancing at his watch. Hermione bit down at her tongue and nodded. With a grasp as her hand, they had apparated.
Hermione nervously cracked open one of her eyes, then the other one. They seemed to be in some fancy, old-fashioned hotel.
"Master Draco!" a short, round mad, approached them. Hermione winced a bit and closed her eyes.
**Draco led her up the lawn and to the front door of the manor. Draco raised a fist and knocked loudly. The door opened and a little man with black hair and a plump body smiled widely.
"Master Draco? What are you doing here? Should I tell the missus that you are calling?"**
Hermione took a gasping breath. It was just her mind playing tricks. She focused her attention on the man.
"Vincenzo, I'd like you to meet Charlotte Blackheart." Draco pointed to Hermione, who was grinning nervously.
"Hello Ms. Blackheart, I do hope you find the ball enjoyable." Vincenzo took her hand and sloppily kissed it. Hermione nodded and smiled.
"Are all death eaters this nice?" Hermione whispered into Draco's ear.
"Only if they can something from you, or you are one of them."
Hermione nodded, gulping and tucking a tendril of hair behind her ear.
Suddenly a black kitten came darting out from behind a table and hopped into Draco's arm.
"Skye." Draco said, patting the kitten.
"Is she yours?"
Draco nodded and set the cat down. "Come on. We need to go to the ballroom."
Hermione took Draco's hand to make their act more convincing, and followed him to the ballroom. It was splendidly decorated, with oriental carpeting and design covering the grand ballroom. Hermione saw a few people she recognized, Pansy with her family, Crabbe and Goyle with their families, McNair, and Blaise. Pansy was dressed in pale pink cocktail dress, her dirty blonde hair hanging limply by her red cheeks. In contrast, Blaise looked gorgeous, her raven strands and blue eyes shining against her nearly white skin.
"Hello Pansy, Blaise." Draco bowed his head down low. "This is Charlotte."
Pansy smiled. "Hi Charlotte." behind that fake smile, jealously burned hotly.
Blaise was a lot nicer than Pansy, but only to her own kind. "Hello Charlotte. And may I ask, what is your surname?"
Hermione bit her lip. "Blackheart." she sputtered.
"Hmm. I don't think I've ever heard of your family before. Are you a junior?"
Hermione didn't know what the hell a junior was. "Yes, she's a junior. She and her father, Adam." Draco cut in.
Blaise nodded. "Well in that case, I like your dress."
Draco pulled Hermione onto the dance floor before she could answer. He pulled her close in a slow, depressing song, and swayed to the music. Hermione shuddered as he placed his cheek on hers, feeling guilty at how nice it felt. The music sparkled in her ears, and she could feel herself drifting off into a dream world. This wasn't so bad.
Suddenly, with the cold voice of aged man, she was pulled from her dream world. Lucious Malfoy had gripped Draco by the shoulder.
"Draco." was all Lucious could utter, his voice filled with hate.
"I'm glad you came. It's been hell explaining your abscenses, boy."
Draco simply nodded in fake reverence to his disdainful father.
"And who is this?" Lucious asked, turning his attention to Hermione.
"This is Charlotte. Charlotte Blackheart." Draco replied, gripping Hermione's hand.
"Hello Mr. Malfoy."
"I don't think I'm familiar with you family."
Hermione chewed on her lip. "We're juniors." she said, still not knowing what that was.
Draco nodded. "Now father, I'd like to finish dancing with my date."
Lucious grew slightly red. "Watch your tone boy."
Draco turned from his father and pulled Hermione into another dance. All of a sudden Draco stopped and stood still, like being frozen in time. Hermione raised a hand to cup his cheek. "You ok?" she asked, when a sharp pain invaded her head and images flashed before her eyes.
**Draco found Hermione, sitting on a stone bench in the back of the garden, her hair sparkling in the moonlight. "You look great." he mumbled softly, running a hand over her shoulder.
"Thanks." she grinned, standing up and placing a kiss on Draco's lips.
"You want to dance?" she asked, noticing the sound was echoing outside.
Draco smiled and the two began to waltz and sway, completely oblivious to the rest of the world. Hermione's long hair draped over Draco's shoulder, and her forehead pressed against his.
Draco stopped dancing and leaned in close to her ear. "I should get back to the Slytherins. I'll see *you* tonight." his tongue flicked against her earlobe and Hermione smiled and shivered. She nodded and turned from him, walking down the path.**
Hermione took a heaving breath. Stupid mind. Draco was looking concernedly at her, eyes narrowed in confusion. "Are YOU ok?"
Hermione nodded. "I'm just a little out of it today. Why do you care anyway?"
Draco huffed. "You know why."
"But I don't! I don't understand!" she said through a tensed mouth.
"Look, we've made an appearance at this stupid ball. Let's get to the room." Draco suggested.
Hermione nodded. "That sounds good. I'm a little shaky around all these death eaters."
Draco and Hermione hurried up the stairs of the grand ballroom, and scanned a row of doors until they found their room, 153.
Draco ran his fingers down the door handle. "Identity Accepted" a voice sound and the lock clicked.
Hermione gasped at the sheer size of the room. It was larger than Draco's apartment, a huge king sized bed in the center of the room. The walls were painted cream with a silver border, and everything in the room was black, silver, or green. Hermione walked out on the balcony, her dress waving in the window. Hermione could feel Draco's wand (the magic one lol) on her back and the silver liquid taking her body over.
"You can be yourself during the night." Hermione felt herself becoming shorter and her body changing.
"Draco."
"Yes?" Draco leaned on the balcony.
"Explain to me what I've lost. I want my mind back."
"I can't explain it, Hermione." Draco tucked a strand of her wavy hair behind her ear.
"Please try."
And with that notion, Draco leant down and pressed his lips against her forehead.
He looked down at her for approval and she nodded. Draco kissed her lips this time, deepening the kiss and bracing himself on the balcony. Hermione leaned backward, her hair hanging over the balcony. Draco moved his mouth to taste every part of her face, neck, chin, cheeks, and ears. Her skin felt like smooth rose petals against his lips. With on swift movement, Draco had pulled the buttons out of the holes and watched the dress slide down Hermione's body. She truly looked resplendent in the lingerie he'd bought her. Not being able to stop, he grabbed her hand and pulled her inside. Pushing her against the wall and kissed her again, tangling his hands in her hair. Hermione let out a soft sigh, and slid her hands under his shirt, tracing her fingers down his alabaster skin, over his rippling muscles and abs. Still kissing, she unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it from his shoulders. Draco looked at her for and second and smiled.
"I love you." he whispered in a barely audible voice.
Hermione looked into his eyes, unsure to reply, so she just pushed his pants down his legs. Draco stepped out of them and moved to unsnap her bra. He pulled it from her, watching her tumble from it. Draco moaned, not being able to control himself was touching her all over. Hermione smiled softly and motioned for him to take off his boxers. He did so, throwing them out the open balcony doors. Hermione chuckled, watching them flutter over the balcony. She moved in to kiss him, feeling his obvious excitement. Well, he was a guy after all.
"That's not fair." Draco whined between nibbling kisses, running his hand up her thigh.
"What's not fair?" Hermione teased, still moving her fingers along his chest.
"I'm naked and you aren't!" Draco licked across her bottom lip.
"Well, since you asked so politely…" in a tantalizingly slow movement, Hermione pulled off her underwear.
Draco was just getting on his knees when Hermione backed away. "I can't do this." she whispered.
Draco ran his fingers down her back, sliding down her spine. "Yes you can."
Hermione shook her head. "How do I know you aren't going to hurt me? I've been hurt a lot." she whispered, gripping his fingers.
"I know you have. I won't hurt you." he looked into her eyes, watching them fill with tears.
"I know you won't." Hermione felt a tear slip down her cheek, and shuddered at Draco moved his mouth to lick the tear from her cheek. She fell into his chest, pressing kisses all over him.
"Would you lay down your life for me?" she gasped, pushing his towards the bed.
Draco nodded. "I almost did once."
"I don't remember." Hermione choked. She could see the pain this caused Draco, so she lay down on the bed.
"I trust you." she said, almost as a beckoning to him.
Draco gently lay on top of her, kissing her harder than before, but with the same fire.
Before she knew it, he was inside of her, moving back and forth, causing her the most explosive feeling in her icy veins. She felt fire moving through her, and it took her all her strength not to scream all the profanities known to man. Draco collapsed on her, both of them moaning in unison.
"I really do love you." Draco panted, brushing her hair from her eyes.
And for once in the world, everything was right, for both of them.
-TBC-
Ha! There's your extra long, D/Hr filled chapter. How was the sex scene? Those are hard for me to write, and I tried to make this one longer than the ones I usually done. Please rate this chapter from 1-10 and tell me why!
Planning for Heaven's Gates is going quite well *winks*