Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry : Week One; Shopping Trip
Characters: Draco & Hermione
Rating: Mature
Chapter: Five
Summary: What if when Voldemort tried to kill Harry the first time, it backfired and actually killed Voldemort? What then? This is my working of events as if the whole Harry Potter saga never happened. Be prepared.
Link to Fanfiction.net: here
Hermione and Draco walked at the back of the group towards Hogsmeade, it would take them about twenty minutes to walk there, and the winds that morning were especially cold so they couldn't wait to get into the warmth of the shops.
"You look really nice today 'Mione" Draco told her, surprised at himself as he realised he'd never told her that before, how was he supposed to win her over if he wasn't even a little courteous.
"Thanks. So do you" she replied, he did look good today, she thought. He was once again wearing his blue jeans with his brown ankle boots, and he had a long black wool coat covering his top half.
Hermione was still revelling in the feel of his hand in hers. She'd never had a boy hold her hand before. But she'd never had a boyfriend before, not really. She had boys from home she shagged on occasion, or kissed, or was felt up by in the back of a car, but never a real boyfriend. But that's what she wanted with Draco. She wanted to hold hands and kiss and God she wanted him to fuck her. Above all else, that was what she wanted, and it was killing her to make him wait.
"Jesus it's bloody freezing" Blaise moaned from up ahead, they watched as Ginny punched his arm
"Don't be such a fucking girl Blaise!"
"Ow, What the fuck Gin?" Draco and Hermione shook their heads and laughed. It was always the same with those two, constantly bickering and fighting, of course then they'd make up…loudly.
They carried on walking till they came to village, where they split up and decided to meet at The Three Broomsticks for dinner. Draco left with Theo to Honeydukes sweet shop, while Ginny dragged Blaise to Madame Puddifoot's Tea Shop. Neville and Luna left to go to Dogweed and Deathcap, to stock up on herbology supples, leaving Hermione to go to Tomes and Scrolls, the local bookshop, where she would quite happily spend the next couple of hours looking at the books.
Draco watched as Hermione entered the old bookshop, deciding that after buying his sweets he would go catch up to her…maybe corner her in a dark and dusty corner, feel her up a little. Yes that would definitely be a good plan. And so, plan of action sorted, he turned back to the shelf of sugar quills he was looking at, hoping to get something he could chew on in lessons.
Meanwhile Hermione was perusing the shelves. She loved this book shop, it had the widest variety of wizard written fiction she'd found, and she'd noticed that it wasn't all that different from muggle fiction. The only real difference was the people in these stories could do magic, but then again in some muggle fiction they could. She ran a finger along the spines of books sitting on the shelf at her eye level, the shelves ran from the front of the shop to the back, and reached right up to the ceiling, she would need to use the ladder to reach them.
She walked down one row and turned left into the next. Romantic fiction she was in, and she knew the erotic novels could be found at the highest point of the middle shelf. She loved buying a good 'bodice-ripper', not only did they make for an interesting read, but she enjoyed making the old man who worked the counter there blush while she simply smiled innocently.
Hermione wandered around the rest of the shop, looking for the step ladder. She could never find it, someone always hid in the darkest corner of the shop, meaning she had to traipse around to find it, and then struggle it back to where she came from, just to reach her books.
Finally, however she found it, and managed to move to so it was leant against the shelf, allowing to climb up. Once at the top, she perched herself on the top so she was able to peruse the novels to her leisure. She pulled three promising ones off the shelf and looked at the blurbs.
The first she wasn't too sure about, it was a Jane Austen era story about a young witch who was seduced by the local muggle stable boy. Hermione thought it sounded like all sex and no plot, so she placed in back on the shelf and moved onto the next one. Again it didn't take her fancy, this was a story of a succubus, a female vampire who seduces men before killing them, however in this one the vampire doesn't have the heart to kill her latest conquest and so starts a relationship with them. Hermione rolled her eyes as though that hasn't been done before she thought, again placing the book on the shelf.
The last however looked to be very promising, she was just about to come down when she felt the steps shake slightly. She squealed and clung onto the rungs as tight as she could before looking down to see who had moved it, and found herself staring into the smirking silver eyes of Draco Malfoy.
"What in the ever loving fuck do you think you're doing Draco?" she whispered angrily, careful not to make much noise so as not to alert the owner to what was going on.
"Looking up your skirt, really wish you didn't have tights on" he sneered playfully. Oh! The things she was going to him when she got down from there…and not good things either.
"Well pack it in so I can down" she said, pointing her finger at him to add to her point. Draco just laughed, he adored seeing her all flustered, even if she was angry at him, she was just so much fun to tease.
He laughed but stepped back to allow her to come down. It wasn't fun teasing her if she was just going to get angry at him, he continued laughing as she whacked him across the chest with her book which he stole quickly with his seeker reflexes.
"Hey! Give it back Malfoy" she said, trying desperately to reach around and grab the book of him. He laughed at her, she acts so calm and cool but when it came to her books she wasn't.
"What do we have here" he said, flipping the book over and began to read the blurb, "Meet Aoife" here he paused "A-o-iffy? What sort of bloody name is that?" he asked
"It's pronounced Eva, it's Gaelic" Hermione replied shortly, she wasn't impressed with him at all.
"Right" laughing at her annoyed expression he continued, "Meet Aoife, daughter of the King, betrothed to the devious Proinnsias" once again he stopped, mumbling 'fucking irish' under his breath before turning to Hermione for help again.
She sighed in exasperation and replied "Pronshe-is" impatiently, waiting for him to finish reading and get over it.
"Right" he cleared his throat before continuing…again, "devious Proinnsias. But her life as a princess is far from idyllic, for she craves the forbidden. The thief in the dungeons, destined for death is whom she desires. Can she save him before it's too late, while also quenching the insatiable lust she feels for this devilish trickster" Here he stopped, for he'd reached the end of the blurb, "Well Hermione, I didn't know you had it in you" he smirked back at her
"Well I had to learn all my tricks from somewhere didn't I Draco" she replied saucily, before quickly stealing her book back and heading over to pay for it.
After she'd paid for her book they walked out of the shop and across to the Three Broomsticks pub, they were early but they didn't mind, snagging a booth at the back after grabbing some butter beers from the Landlady Madame Rosmerta.
They sat on opposite sides of the booth, supping on their butter beers and talking about everything and nothing at the same time. It was comfortable and normal, there was no teasing or flirting, they simply talked. Hermione liked it, hoping this meant a relationship between them would work, it showed they had more in common than simply teenage lust.
"Do you believe in God?" she asked him, surprised at herself for asking such a thing
"I don't know, we don't really get taught about such things as wizards" he replied, shrugging nonchalantly, "Do you?"
"Not sure, do you know much about muggle religion?" she asked, hoping he did so she could continue the conversation
"A little"
"Well, see, I think there is a 'higher power' but I don't know if that's one singular thing. Although I suppose the Hindus and Egyptians and Romans and Greeks, with their multitude of Gods, it still comes down to a higher power, just with them it's split up right?"
Draco nodded, "Yeah. I never understood that about muggle religion, you've got so many different ones, and it's like, really aren't they all just the same? Your all still worshipping to a higher power, what does it matter what you think it looks like"
"Exactly!" Hermione exclaimed, blushing as she noticed people look their way, but she was so glad that someone shared her opinion, "I don't believe in Hell either" she stated
"I do" Draco replied
"Really? How come?"
"Well, I just think there's a place where the bad people go. Whether that's to a fiery Hell or whether it's just someplace else I don't know. But I think we're judged when it comes our time to be"
Hermione nodded, though she didn't completely agree
"How come you don't then 'Mione?" he asked, taking a swig from his bottle
"Well I think, if God's supposed to be all loving, why would he punish people? Why not offer them redemption when their life is over?"
"Good point" he agreed.
The conversation ended there as the others all piled into the booth, meaning Hermione and Draco moved closer together along the circular bench seat, until they were next to each other, their thighs pressing together.
The evening carried on then, filled with conversation and laughter and butter beer. However neither Hermione nor Draco could really concentrate, how could they when they felt this charge passing through them, starting at where their thighs connected, reaching to where Draco had thrown his arm over the back of Hermiones seat. Her heart was beating so fast, and she couldn't help watching his lips move as he spoke and as he lifted the bottle to press against his lips. She was slowly going mad with desire for him. She needed to get out of this pub.
Finally it was time for them to return to the castle. Both Hermione and Draco breathed a sigh of relief. Draco may have wanted her, but sitting that close to her, when surrounded by their friends, when he knew he couldn't simply take her, was painful - literally. Blue balls was not something he enjoyed.
They said their goodbyes in the entrance hall, Draco placing a soft kiss of Hermiones cheek before he turned to go. However an errant thought had him stopping and turning back, this of course meant everyone stopped wondering what had gotten into him.
"Isn't it your birthday tomorrow?" he asked her
Her eyes widened, she'd forgotten, tomorrow she would turn eighteen. How had she forgot, but Draco had remembered. She nodded, too shocked at herself to speak.
"Well, we'll have to have a party then won't we" he announced before grinning and carrying on down the stairs to the dungeons.
Hermione gaped after him. She had been so caught up in the week of classes she had completely forgotten about her own birthday. She walked in a daze as the other talked about the party, scolding her for not reminding them, though Ginny claimed she had remembered.
Hermione ignored their chatter however and placed a hand to her cheek where her skin was still tingling from where Draco had kissed her. Maybe he'll give me a birthday kiss she thought, smiling as she climbed into bed.
Rating: Mature
Chapter: Five
Summary: What if when Voldemort tried to kill Harry the first time, it backfired and actually killed Voldemort? What then? This is my working of events as if the whole Harry Potter saga never happened. Be prepared.
Link to Fanfiction.net: here
Hermione and Draco walked at the back of the group towards Hogsmeade, it would take them about twenty minutes to walk there, and the winds that morning were especially cold so they couldn't wait to get into the warmth of the shops.
"You look really nice today 'Mione" Draco told her, surprised at himself as he realised he'd never told her that before, how was he supposed to win her over if he wasn't even a little courteous.
"Thanks. So do you" she replied, he did look good today, she thought. He was once again wearing his blue jeans with his brown ankle boots, and he had a long black wool coat covering his top half.
Hermione was still revelling in the feel of his hand in hers. She'd never had a boy hold her hand before. But she'd never had a boyfriend before, not really. She had boys from home she shagged on occasion, or kissed, or was felt up by in the back of a car, but never a real boyfriend. But that's what she wanted with Draco. She wanted to hold hands and kiss and God she wanted him to fuck her. Above all else, that was what she wanted, and it was killing her to make him wait.
"Jesus it's bloody freezing" Blaise moaned from up ahead, they watched as Ginny punched his arm
"Don't be such a fucking girl Blaise!"
"Ow, What the fuck Gin?" Draco and Hermione shook their heads and laughed. It was always the same with those two, constantly bickering and fighting, of course then they'd make up…loudly.
They carried on walking till they came to village, where they split up and decided to meet at The Three Broomsticks for dinner. Draco left with Theo to Honeydukes sweet shop, while Ginny dragged Blaise to Madame Puddifoot's Tea Shop. Neville and Luna left to go to Dogweed and Deathcap, to stock up on herbology supples, leaving Hermione to go to Tomes and Scrolls, the local bookshop, where she would quite happily spend the next couple of hours looking at the books.
Draco watched as Hermione entered the old bookshop, deciding that after buying his sweets he would go catch up to her…maybe corner her in a dark and dusty corner, feel her up a little. Yes that would definitely be a good plan. And so, plan of action sorted, he turned back to the shelf of sugar quills he was looking at, hoping to get something he could chew on in lessons.
Meanwhile Hermione was perusing the shelves. She loved this book shop, it had the widest variety of wizard written fiction she'd found, and she'd noticed that it wasn't all that different from muggle fiction. The only real difference was the people in these stories could do magic, but then again in some muggle fiction they could. She ran a finger along the spines of books sitting on the shelf at her eye level, the shelves ran from the front of the shop to the back, and reached right up to the ceiling, she would need to use the ladder to reach them.
She walked down one row and turned left into the next. Romantic fiction she was in, and she knew the erotic novels could be found at the highest point of the middle shelf. She loved buying a good 'bodice-ripper', not only did they make for an interesting read, but she enjoyed making the old man who worked the counter there blush while she simply smiled innocently.
Hermione wandered around the rest of the shop, looking for the step ladder. She could never find it, someone always hid in the darkest corner of the shop, meaning she had to traipse around to find it, and then struggle it back to where she came from, just to reach her books.
Finally, however she found it, and managed to move to so it was leant against the shelf, allowing to climb up. Once at the top, she perched herself on the top so she was able to peruse the novels to her leisure. She pulled three promising ones off the shelf and looked at the blurbs.
The first she wasn't too sure about, it was a Jane Austen era story about a young witch who was seduced by the local muggle stable boy. Hermione thought it sounded like all sex and no plot, so she placed in back on the shelf and moved onto the next one. Again it didn't take her fancy, this was a story of a succubus, a female vampire who seduces men before killing them, however in this one the vampire doesn't have the heart to kill her latest conquest and so starts a relationship with them. Hermione rolled her eyes as though that hasn't been done before she thought, again placing the book on the shelf.
The last however looked to be very promising, she was just about to come down when she felt the steps shake slightly. She squealed and clung onto the rungs as tight as she could before looking down to see who had moved it, and found herself staring into the smirking silver eyes of Draco Malfoy.
"What in the ever loving fuck do you think you're doing Draco?" she whispered angrily, careful not to make much noise so as not to alert the owner to what was going on.
"Looking up your skirt, really wish you didn't have tights on" he sneered playfully. Oh! The things she was going to him when she got down from there…and not good things either.
"Well pack it in so I can down" she said, pointing her finger at him to add to her point. Draco just laughed, he adored seeing her all flustered, even if she was angry at him, she was just so much fun to tease.
He laughed but stepped back to allow her to come down. It wasn't fun teasing her if she was just going to get angry at him, he continued laughing as she whacked him across the chest with her book which he stole quickly with his seeker reflexes.
"Hey! Give it back Malfoy" she said, trying desperately to reach around and grab the book of him. He laughed at her, she acts so calm and cool but when it came to her books she wasn't.
"What do we have here" he said, flipping the book over and began to read the blurb, "Meet Aoife" here he paused "A-o-iffy? What sort of bloody name is that?" he asked
"It's pronounced Eva, it's Gaelic" Hermione replied shortly, she wasn't impressed with him at all.
"Right" laughing at her annoyed expression he continued, "Meet Aoife, daughter of the King, betrothed to the devious Proinnsias" once again he stopped, mumbling 'fucking irish' under his breath before turning to Hermione for help again.
She sighed in exasperation and replied "Pronshe-is" impatiently, waiting for him to finish reading and get over it.
"Right" he cleared his throat before continuing…again, "devious Proinnsias. But her life as a princess is far from idyllic, for she craves the forbidden. The thief in the dungeons, destined for death is whom she desires. Can she save him before it's too late, while also quenching the insatiable lust she feels for this devilish trickster" Here he stopped, for he'd reached the end of the blurb, "Well Hermione, I didn't know you had it in you" he smirked back at her
"Well I had to learn all my tricks from somewhere didn't I Draco" she replied saucily, before quickly stealing her book back and heading over to pay for it.
After she'd paid for her book they walked out of the shop and across to the Three Broomsticks pub, they were early but they didn't mind, snagging a booth at the back after grabbing some butter beers from the Landlady Madame Rosmerta.
They sat on opposite sides of the booth, supping on their butter beers and talking about everything and nothing at the same time. It was comfortable and normal, there was no teasing or flirting, they simply talked. Hermione liked it, hoping this meant a relationship between them would work, it showed they had more in common than simply teenage lust.
"Do you believe in God?" she asked him, surprised at herself for asking such a thing
"I don't know, we don't really get taught about such things as wizards" he replied, shrugging nonchalantly, "Do you?"
"Not sure, do you know much about muggle religion?" she asked, hoping he did so she could continue the conversation
"A little"
"Well, see, I think there is a 'higher power' but I don't know if that's one singular thing. Although I suppose the Hindus and Egyptians and Romans and Greeks, with their multitude of Gods, it still comes down to a higher power, just with them it's split up right?"
Draco nodded, "Yeah. I never understood that about muggle religion, you've got so many different ones, and it's like, really aren't they all just the same? Your all still worshipping to a higher power, what does it matter what you think it looks like"
"Exactly!" Hermione exclaimed, blushing as she noticed people look their way, but she was so glad that someone shared her opinion, "I don't believe in Hell either" she stated
"I do" Draco replied
"Really? How come?"
"Well, I just think there's a place where the bad people go. Whether that's to a fiery Hell or whether it's just someplace else I don't know. But I think we're judged when it comes our time to be"
Hermione nodded, though she didn't completely agree
"How come you don't then 'Mione?" he asked, taking a swig from his bottle
"Well I think, if God's supposed to be all loving, why would he punish people? Why not offer them redemption when their life is over?"
"Good point" he agreed.
The conversation ended there as the others all piled into the booth, meaning Hermione and Draco moved closer together along the circular bench seat, until they were next to each other, their thighs pressing together.
The evening carried on then, filled with conversation and laughter and butter beer. However neither Hermione nor Draco could really concentrate, how could they when they felt this charge passing through them, starting at where their thighs connected, reaching to where Draco had thrown his arm over the back of Hermiones seat. Her heart was beating so fast, and she couldn't help watching his lips move as he spoke and as he lifted the bottle to press against his lips. She was slowly going mad with desire for him. She needed to get out of this pub.
Finally it was time for them to return to the castle. Both Hermione and Draco breathed a sigh of relief. Draco may have wanted her, but sitting that close to her, when surrounded by their friends, when he knew he couldn't simply take her, was painful - literally. Blue balls was not something he enjoyed.
They said their goodbyes in the entrance hall, Draco placing a soft kiss of Hermiones cheek before he turned to go. However an errant thought had him stopping and turning back, this of course meant everyone stopped wondering what had gotten into him.
"Isn't it your birthday tomorrow?" he asked her
Her eyes widened, she'd forgotten, tomorrow she would turn eighteen. How had she forgot, but Draco had remembered. She nodded, too shocked at herself to speak.
"Well, we'll have to have a party then won't we" he announced before grinning and carrying on down the stairs to the dungeons.
Hermione gaped after him. She had been so caught up in the week of classes she had completely forgotten about her own birthday. She walked in a daze as the other talked about the party, scolding her for not reminding them, though Ginny claimed she had remembered.
Hermione ignored their chatter however and placed a hand to her cheek where her skin was still tingling from where Draco had kissed her. Maybe he'll give me a birthday kiss she thought, smiling as she climbed into bed.