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Hermione's life has taken an interesting twist. From bookworm, she's become glamorous and now after their embarrassing encounter this morning Draco is being nice to her-wait, what?
-1Boring
DISCLAIMER:
Okay, no funny business. I, unfortunately, DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER.
There. I said it.
HAPPY? :/
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Okay, so I know I said I wouldn't post a chapter until later but I couldn't resist. It'snot as long as the others will be of course, I need some reviews before I'll add any more. The contest is still up-most reviews and maybe in the fifth or sixth chapter you'll become a main character, if you put in one review then you'll be a side-along character (you'll come in for a glimpse or one chapter depending on how much in put I get from you)
This will be going on for the entire story, but only one person will get the chance to be a main character so hurry up and review!
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Chapter Two
IF YOU'RE HORNY AND YOU KNOW IT...
Hermione, was quite frankly amazed. She'd just walked in on the most amazing scene of her life. Draco Malfoy, pale body toned and perfect and swoon, had been standing as naked as the day he'd been born with steam drifting from the bathroom around his body and droplets of water drying on his flesh and misting in to thin air. Hermione had always had a small crush on Draco Malfoy but never thought to mention. Harry and Ron seemed to despise him almost as much as Draco despised them, and Hermione had just gone along with it, not really liking or disliking him in public, but alone... oh, alone.
The first erotic dream Hermione had ever had had been when she was thirteen. And of course it was about Draco Malfoy.
They'd been in the library, minding their own business when Draco had just suddenly come over and said in that sexy drawling voice 'Hey Granger, I'm having some trouble with my wand, care to uh, research me up and see if you can fix it?'
Lowering her eyelids sexily, in a way that would probably look ridiculous in real life Hermione had replied in a husky voice 'I'd be delighted.'
He'd put a hand against her breast and pushed her back lightly against the shelves, and they'd began kissing soft and sweet at first, and as his hand massaged her breast, his other hand coming up to tug at her hair, it had turned hard and hot and passionate. She'd been aware of an itch, a heat, between her legs both in the dream and in real life, but in the dream Draco's hand had slipped down and caressed her through her virgin pussy through her panties, whilst in real life her legs had rubbed together feebly, weakly.
Just as he began to unzip his pants Hermione's eyes had flickered open, along with part of her innocence.
Hermione grinned at the memory, and then shivered, tightening her cloak around her as she walked across the courtyards to the school, her long silky hair blowing in the wind. Since Lavender and Parvati had given her some products to try out, Hermione's hair had been tangled free. She'd never known it could be achieved so simply, and she'd certainly felt more confident without a near enough afro hovering around her face.
Once her hair was out of the way, Lavender had taken Hermione aside and introduced her to eyeliner. A thick coating of this and that and a swipe of mascara and Hermione's eyes were large and deep and... and wow. A brush of blusher and suddenly she was cute, a dash of powder on her nose and she wasn't a little girl, and finally a swipe of red lipstick on her plump lips and she was a woman, entering the jungle.
They'd even worked some charms on her robes to make them tighter, emphasizing her natural curves. The new healthy cream of her skin contrasted well with the black of her robes, and suddenly Hermione didn't feel like she couldn't have Draco Malfoy. In fact, when Harry and Ron left he was... available, or so she'd thought. Until that pug-nosed, twit of a squib Parkinson had stolen him away. And Hermione finally knew what it was like to feel jealousy.
Although, Hermione thought as she entered the building, boots click-clacking against the stone floors as she walked. I bet Parkinson can't say she saw Malfoy stark naked... looking like a GOD.
Well, maybe... possibly, she could, but considering the needy way she draped herself over Malfoy at every given opportunity, Hermione doubted it.
Lost in thought over the alluring Draco Malfoy as she was, Hermione nearly didn't notice the flash of blond hair as she turned the corner, and when she did it was too late. Her slender leg collided with his arm as she tripped, head over heels, and landed in a heap with her skirts piled over her head.
'Criiiinge.' snickered a fourth year as she walked past, and Hermione glanced up and memorised her pale, spotty features so that she could hex her past cringing later on.
Though the girl was right, Hermione conceded, even as a pale hand entered her view. This was a major cringe.
'May I?' drawled an oh too familiar voice, and Hermione's lower lip began to wobble as she looked up in to the smirking, attractive features of Draco Malfoy.
'Uh-uh, yeah,' she stammered awkwardly, taking his cool hand and blinking at his surprising strength as he pulled her up, muscles flexing slightly.
'Er, thanks.' Hermione said slowly, raising an eyebrow at the display of kindness.
'Mm. So... what class have you got next, Her-Granger?' Draco asked, smiling in an almost friendly way.
'Uh... Potions...' Hermione said weakly, wondering why Draco was being so kind. Glancing up she noticed his grey eyes were a shade darker than usual and his lips were crooked with... her eyes trailed down to the bulge in his pants. Oh god.
Lust. Draco Malfoy was lusting after her. Unless she'd interrupted something, but Hermione felt too optimistic right now. Seriously, Draco Malfoy was being nice to her. That was like... like Snape adopting Harry, or donating money to a charity for kittens or something.
'I'll walk you to it. Obviously you're not in a fit state to take yourself.' Draco smirked again and Hermione felt a hot blush creep up to her cheeks, and she hoped to God her powder hid her raging blush-until she realised she hadn't put it on today, since her freckles were slowly disappearing. Oh gods.
'Erm...' was all Hermione could say, before Draco's large hand had taken her smaller one and was tugging her down to the dungeons.
Well, this was an interesting twist.
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So I'm thinking in Potions Hermione and Draco could partner up, but I dunno? Ideas, pweeze?
Thanks for reading! So much! :D
Okay, no funny business. I, unfortunately, DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER.
There. I said it.
HAPPY? :/
---
Okay, so I know I said I wouldn't post a chapter until later but I couldn't resist. It'snot as long as the others will be of course, I need some reviews before I'll add any more. The contest is still up-most reviews and maybe in the fifth or sixth chapter you'll become a main character, if you put in one review then you'll be a side-along character (you'll come in for a glimpse or one chapter depending on how much in put I get from you)
This will be going on for the entire story, but only one person will get the chance to be a main character so hurry up and review!
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Chapter Two
IF YOU'RE HORNY AND YOU KNOW IT...
Hermione, was quite frankly amazed. She'd just walked in on the most amazing scene of her life. Draco Malfoy, pale body toned and perfect and swoon, had been standing as naked as the day he'd been born with steam drifting from the bathroom around his body and droplets of water drying on his flesh and misting in to thin air. Hermione had always had a small crush on Draco Malfoy but never thought to mention. Harry and Ron seemed to despise him almost as much as Draco despised them, and Hermione had just gone along with it, not really liking or disliking him in public, but alone... oh, alone.
The first erotic dream Hermione had ever had had been when she was thirteen. And of course it was about Draco Malfoy.
They'd been in the library, minding their own business when Draco had just suddenly come over and said in that sexy drawling voice 'Hey Granger, I'm having some trouble with my wand, care to uh, research me up and see if you can fix it?'
Lowering her eyelids sexily, in a way that would probably look ridiculous in real life Hermione had replied in a husky voice 'I'd be delighted.'
He'd put a hand against her breast and pushed her back lightly against the shelves, and they'd began kissing soft and sweet at first, and as his hand massaged her breast, his other hand coming up to tug at her hair, it had turned hard and hot and passionate. She'd been aware of an itch, a heat, between her legs both in the dream and in real life, but in the dream Draco's hand had slipped down and caressed her through her virgin pussy through her panties, whilst in real life her legs had rubbed together feebly, weakly.
Just as he began to unzip his pants Hermione's eyes had flickered open, along with part of her innocence.
Hermione grinned at the memory, and then shivered, tightening her cloak around her as she walked across the courtyards to the school, her long silky hair blowing in the wind. Since Lavender and Parvati had given her some products to try out, Hermione's hair had been tangled free. She'd never known it could be achieved so simply, and she'd certainly felt more confident without a near enough afro hovering around her face.
Once her hair was out of the way, Lavender had taken Hermione aside and introduced her to eyeliner. A thick coating of this and that and a swipe of mascara and Hermione's eyes were large and deep and... and wow. A brush of blusher and suddenly she was cute, a dash of powder on her nose and she wasn't a little girl, and finally a swipe of red lipstick on her plump lips and she was a woman, entering the jungle.
They'd even worked some charms on her robes to make them tighter, emphasizing her natural curves. The new healthy cream of her skin contrasted well with the black of her robes, and suddenly Hermione didn't feel like she couldn't have Draco Malfoy. In fact, when Harry and Ron left he was... available, or so she'd thought. Until that pug-nosed, twit of a squib Parkinson had stolen him away. And Hermione finally knew what it was like to feel jealousy.
Although, Hermione thought as she entered the building, boots click-clacking against the stone floors as she walked. I bet Parkinson can't say she saw Malfoy stark naked... looking like a GOD.
Well, maybe... possibly, she could, but considering the needy way she draped herself over Malfoy at every given opportunity, Hermione doubted it.
Lost in thought over the alluring Draco Malfoy as she was, Hermione nearly didn't notice the flash of blond hair as she turned the corner, and when she did it was too late. Her slender leg collided with his arm as she tripped, head over heels, and landed in a heap with her skirts piled over her head.
'Criiiinge.' snickered a fourth year as she walked past, and Hermione glanced up and memorised her pale, spotty features so that she could hex her past cringing later on.
Though the girl was right, Hermione conceded, even as a pale hand entered her view. This was a major cringe.
'May I?' drawled an oh too familiar voice, and Hermione's lower lip began to wobble as she looked up in to the smirking, attractive features of Draco Malfoy.
'Uh-uh, yeah,' she stammered awkwardly, taking his cool hand and blinking at his surprising strength as he pulled her up, muscles flexing slightly.
'Er, thanks.' Hermione said slowly, raising an eyebrow at the display of kindness.
'Mm. So... what class have you got next, Her-Granger?' Draco asked, smiling in an almost friendly way.
'Uh... Potions...' Hermione said weakly, wondering why Draco was being so kind. Glancing up she noticed his grey eyes were a shade darker than usual and his lips were crooked with... her eyes trailed down to the bulge in his pants. Oh god.
Lust. Draco Malfoy was lusting after her. Unless she'd interrupted something, but Hermione felt too optimistic right now. Seriously, Draco Malfoy was being nice to her. That was like... like Snape adopting Harry, or donating money to a charity for kittens or something.
'I'll walk you to it. Obviously you're not in a fit state to take yourself.' Draco smirked again and Hermione felt a hot blush creep up to her cheeks, and she hoped to God her powder hid her raging blush-until she realised she hadn't put it on today, since her freckles were slowly disappearing. Oh gods.
'Erm...' was all Hermione could say, before Draco's large hand had taken her smaller one and was tugging her down to the dungeons.
Well, this was an interesting twist.
---
So I'm thinking in Potions Hermione and Draco could partner up, but I dunno? Ideas, pweeze?
Thanks for reading! So much! :D
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