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Damn U by TheScarlettLetter

Format: One-shot
Chapters: 1
Word Count: 797

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Strong Language, Scenes of a Sexual Nature, Strong Violence

Genres: Angst, Drama
Characters: Draco, Hermione
Pairings: Draco/Hermione

First Published: 10/20/2004
Last Chapter: 10/20/2004
Last Updated: 08/13/2005


HE allowed his eyes to slip from hers and rest upon her quivering lips. “Damn it, Granger,” he growled huskily. “I’m letting a filthy Mudblood get the best of me--”..................................................................Melihobbit rocks the Banner that rocks the Story =)

Chapter 1:
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Poor Little Mudblood

“Poor little Mudblood.”

Hermione sucked in her breath sharply, clutching the cold porcelain. Draco loomed sinisterly in the mirror like a ghost over her right shoulder. His thin lips curled in a bemused snarl as he stepped out from the shadow of the broken stall. His footfalls struck the floor with a hollow clap! as he slowly drew closer. He spoke again, his words nasty and almost sing-song.

“Crying in the toilets with no one to love her.”

Hermione stiffened, glaring at his reflection, her eyes bloodshot. “Go to hell.”

He uttered a sharp, piercing laugh. “Oh, Granger! What a foul little mouth you have.” His breath was hot on her shoulder, his body pressing her against the sink. “Perhaps I could make better use of that dirty little tongue of yours.”

“You disgust me.” Her voice was calm and strong. “I wouldn’t touch you if you were the last wizard on Earth. I’d rather die first.”

She saw his eyes narrow to dangerous slits, the powerful muscles in his jaw jump as he clenched his teeth. “That can be arranged, Granger.”

“You haven’t the balls, Malfoy.”

He snapped her around with dizzying speed and in two quick steps, crushed her against the wall. Her breath escaped her like a startled bird. Her right fist shot out towards his face and he caught it reflexively in his large palm and twisted her arm behind her back, leaning heavily upon her.

He winked.

Her left hand flew up and he smoothly snagged her wrist, stretching it taunt and tight above her. “I could go all day long, Granger,” he chuckled, his eyes dancing with amusement.

She suddenly jerked her knee, nearly catching Draco in the tender area of his groin. He quickly pushed off her, never releasing his steely grip, and kicked at the foot she still had on the ground, knocking her off balance. He pulled her upright and pressed himself against her.

“Fits like a glove.”

Her lungs burned as she managed the quick puffs of air that broke the eerie silence. “You’ve put a spell on this room,” she finally said quietly, as if to herself. “That’s why there’s no Myrtle.”

“You mean that ridiculous, sobbing ghost?” Draco snorted. “I don’t understand why you'd come running in here to hide with that girl lurking about. But yes; I’ve banished her so that you and I can have a word or two, seeing as how you so rudely cut short our last conversation...”

He allowed his eyes to slip from hers and rest upon her quivering lips. “Damn it, Granger,” he growled huskily.

“I’m letting a filthy Mudblood get the best of me--”

His mouth came down on hers in a blinding punch and she gasped as the wind was knocked out of her. His mouth was strong and hot...and surprisingly sweet. She struggled desperately against the tingling sensations that coursed throughout her like a virus. She suddenly wrenched her lips away from his, stunned that her own senses would betray her. Draco caught her soft flesh in his teeth. He released her, tasting copper.

His eyes came into focus on the shimmering scarlet sliver. “You’re bleeding,” he murmured softly in awe, releasing the arm he’d held behind her back. She flinched as he carefully brushed the pad of his thumb over her bruised lip. She let out a sharp breath at his feathery touch. He unhooked his left hand from her wrist and brushed it casually against her shoulder, letting his fingers play in the untamed curls around the nape of her neck.

“It’ll only hurt if you want it to,” he warned in a trembling bass, and this time, moved in so slowly she could feel the space closing between them. Her breath quickened. She anticipated the crush of his body; the way his taste plundered her throat and his warmth ravished her system. Her mind raged in revulsion.

*What kind of curse is this??!!*

“Hermione,” he mumbled thickly, his eyes heavy and lidded.

*So close...*

He barely had time to clear the fog from his head when she snapped his hand from her face and bolted for the door, ringlets of honey brown hair whizzing behind her.

“This is not over, Granger,” he chuckled softly to himself, his voice low and ragged.

“Not until I say so...”

Author's Note: Although this story was originally planned as a One Shot, an actual fic, "Voodoo," sprung from it and slowly unravels Draco's...turnabout. While the main story is still a work-in-progress, this scene technically has yet to unfold. So call it a bit of a "Tease," if you will.

In the meantime, please enjoy: "Voodoo: Harry Potter and the Necromancer" =)

To Prince: My mentor, my muse.
This story is completed.

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