Perfect With Me Chapter Three
Title: Perfect With Me
Author: Violet Luckless
Rating: T for sexual themes and language
Pairing: Dramione / Heron
Synopsis: It wasn’t that Hugo thought his mother was a liar, it was just something inside of himself he couldn’t explain. So one day he decides to follow Hermione out to her annual Research Society Meetings in France only to learn the secret that could destroy their family.
“Wait! Wait! Just wait!” Draco cried as he clenched his eyes tight and pinched the bridge of his nose.
“What?!” Hermione snarled back as she put down the vial in her hand.
“Why do you keep rushing this?! This potion takes forty five minutes to cook it’s only been twenty why are you trying to add beetle’s eyes?”
“It expressly says to add beetle’s eyes!” Hermione cried back as she pointed to the passage in the book.
“Yes after you’ve added the cow tongue, you’re not wrong but look at it! ‘Stew fifteen minutes’!” Hermione flustered as her eyes scanned the page once more. She truly hated when he pointed out something obvious. “I don’t understand why you’re here, or why you keep making these stupid mistakes!”
She made a grunting noise she usually made when she was angry and stormed away from the table pretending to look for something in the supply closet. By now Draco had learned he only needed let her stew for a bit and then she would be ready to move on to the next topic.
Draco took this opportunity to review some new algorithms he wrote for Arithmacy. He had double and triple checked the formula but there was just something he knew wasn’t perfect. His eyes scanned his notes over and over, he had used it on five situations but he wasn’t sold that it would turn out every time. Unable to find the gap in his lines he shook his head and turned to the hour glass. Time already?
“I heard you made a Polyjuice Potion in your second year.”
“Yes.” She sniffed back.
“That’s pretty fucking impressive.”
“Must you always use that language?” Hermione scoffed as she turned back to him. Draco shrugged in reply.
“C’mon, we need to start slicing these shells, by the time you finish you can add them and the beetle’s eyes together.”
“But the recipe says-“
“Yes but there are shortcuts you know, and they never hurt anyone if they’re done right.” Draco nodded. “Beetle Eyes and Beetle Shells have the same origin, all the shells are for is colour, it won’t hurt the potion any. Now c’mon we’re almost done.”
Hermione only nodded before she came back and took the knife Draco had laid out for her.
“You really don’t need to take this class you know.”
“I know.” Hermione replied without turning up.
“I’m just saying your technique is perfect, you just keep trying to rush the potion and…well you can’t. Cauldron is a melting pot, have to let everything decide it’s going to get along.”
“That’s almost endearing. Who told you that?”
“Professor Snape.”
“Oh.” It was her tone that made him angry so Draco slammed his knife down and turned to her cruelly.
“Say what you want that man is brilliant and does know exactly what he’s talking about.”
“Don’t do that after being civil for the last twenty seconds.” Hermione sneered back. “You were Snape’s little pet and everyone knew it.”
“And Slughorn hates me yet I’m still teaching the remedial class.” Draco snapped back. “With you as my student of all people.”
“How did that happen? He choosing you?”
“He wanted Potter, but Potter is so busy being Dumbledore’s pet he said he didn’t have time. Just as well, you wouldn’t have learned a damn thing from him.”
“Harry is doing just as well in this class as you are!” Hermione cried.
“He’s cheating! I can’t prove it but I know he is! Potter has been proficient at best at potions, we both know he’s never had a passion or a talent for it and don’t waste your breath telling me otherwise. All of a sudden in sixth year he’s a star? I don’t buy it. He’s cheating.”
Hermione turned her eyes down suddenly. She wanted to say something else but how could she? It was true, Harry was cheating and she knew it. She knew how but she couldn’t bring herself to turn him in, least of all to Malfoy. Just because they managed to come to an agreement in the confines of the dungeons didn’t mean they were friends and she could trust him. Though he was right, Hermione was rushing her potions. A part of her wanted to be done first, but it wasn’t about being done first just right. All potions took the same amount of time to prepare, no matter how good the Potions Master.
“There.” Draco’s voice snapped Hermione back into realty and she turned her eyes to her cauldron. There was a faint violet mist wafting from it. “Add your eyes and shells.” No sooner that they touched the water the mist turned green and the mixture stopped bubbling. In fact it was dead still. Hermione turned up to Draco and smiled, who in turn was smiling at her. The moment they both realized it they stopped. “Well done, looks like a textbook Babbling Beverage.” Hermione breathed deeply in relief. “Okay let’s vial it and we can leave it for Slughorn.” Draco sighed as he stretched long.
Hermione’s eyes couldn’t help but jump to the exposed skin of Draco’s collar’s bone. Earlier in the evening he had disposed of his tie and opened the top button of his shirt, his throat was pale and exposed, his long slender fingers reaching for the ceiling.
Feeling the heat rush into her cheeks she cursed her teenage hormones for having betrayed her with someone as foul as Malfoy before reaching for the vial he had set out for her. She ladled her potion carefully and placed a stopper on it. Draco signed both of their names on it and set it on the Professor’s Desk at the head of the class. Thankfully Slughorn was in at first light, and thus far no one knew of their tutoring sessions.
“Same time tomorrow evening then?” Draco sighed as he stood and started to collect his belongings.
“Actually, we may have to meet Thursday.” Hermione sighed.
“oh?” Draco asked as he rose an eyebrow. “That’s fine, your grade.” He shrugged.
“It’s just there’s going to be a party-“
“Granger.” Draco chuckled as he held up a hand. “I don’t care.” He lied. Damn good show old boy. He couldn’t read her expression but she too shrugged before throwing her bag over her shoulder and making for the door.
“Good night Malfoy.”
*****
When Draco returned to the dormitories Blaise Zambini was there. He was lying at the foot of his bed with a quidditch catalogue open in front of his nose. His eyes barely turned up to Draco as he dropped his bag and sat onto his own bed.
“Blaise?” Draco asked softly.
“Yeah?” Blaise replied boredly.
“Have you ever fucked someone you hated?”
“Like…a bloke?” Blaise asked slowly as he sat up and set aside his magazine.
“No!” Draco cried dramatically. “Like, just a girl you couldn’t stand. Ever sleep with one?”
“Why would I fuck a girl I hated?”
“Okay never mind that. Ever fuck a girl who hated you?”
“No, how would you manage that? I mean if she hates you how would you kiss her let alone get her to sleep with you? Why? Are you gonna try and have a go with Daphne again-“
“No I know you’ve been meeting behind the pitch-“
“Wha-“
“Tell Daphne to stop telling Pansy things. She tells me everything.” Draco scoffed.
“What are you getting at?” Blaise asked as he rolled his eyes.
“There’s this girl, I always thought I hated her. Just…a snobby know-it-all pain the ass you know? But she’s cute when she’s annoyed, and all I can think about is how fun it would be-“
“To shag her. That’s normal.” Blaise shrugged.
“She really hates me though. I mean really.” Draco sighed his eyes wandered into space and Hermione’s lips drifted before his eyes.
“Draco, everyone hates you. I don’t think anyone in this house even really likes you. You don’t have any friends. The only reason Pansy likes you is cause she thinks you’re going to marry her and she’ll get your money.”
“Yeah thanks for that.” Draco drawled as he turned back to Blaise, then chuckled. “Pansy can really be an idiot sometimes.”
“I say if you can convince her to sleep with you, go for it. Who knows, it could be really hot you know? Girls don’t really let you get too rough with ‘em but if she hates you she could like fight you a little, make things interesting.” Blaise’s eyes were wide and alight as his mind danced around his own fantasies.
“How about we never had this conversation?” Draco asked.
“Yep. If anyone is looking for me I’m in the shower.”
“Yep.” Draco nodded before he lies back on his own bed.
Every night for the last five days he and Hermione had ridiculously gratifying sex in his dreams. The kind that almost made him sad to wake up except he need only remember he would see the real thing awake, and quickly remember in this state she was especially disgusted by him, and he was sad once more. Draco had chocked all of this up to a purely male, animalistic desire. There was nothing in this world that could not be afforded to him, anything he wanted he always had despite having no real friends or anyone to count on. However, there was no amount of money or sway in the world that could make Hermione Granger sleep with him. He was just going to have to find a way.
Author: Violet Luckless
Rating: T for sexual themes and language
Pairing: Dramione / Heron
Synopsis: It wasn’t that Hugo thought his mother was a liar, it was just something inside of himself he couldn’t explain. So one day he decides to follow Hermione out to her annual Research Society Meetings in France only to learn the secret that could destroy their family.
“Wait! Wait! Just wait!” Draco cried as he clenched his eyes tight and pinched the bridge of his nose.
“What?!” Hermione snarled back as she put down the vial in her hand.
“Why do you keep rushing this?! This potion takes forty five minutes to cook it’s only been twenty why are you trying to add beetle’s eyes?”
“It expressly says to add beetle’s eyes!” Hermione cried back as she pointed to the passage in the book.
“Yes after you’ve added the cow tongue, you’re not wrong but look at it! ‘Stew fifteen minutes’!” Hermione flustered as her eyes scanned the page once more. She truly hated when he pointed out something obvious. “I don’t understand why you’re here, or why you keep making these stupid mistakes!”
She made a grunting noise she usually made when she was angry and stormed away from the table pretending to look for something in the supply closet. By now Draco had learned he only needed let her stew for a bit and then she would be ready to move on to the next topic.
Draco took this opportunity to review some new algorithms he wrote for Arithmacy. He had double and triple checked the formula but there was just something he knew wasn’t perfect. His eyes scanned his notes over and over, he had used it on five situations but he wasn’t sold that it would turn out every time. Unable to find the gap in his lines he shook his head and turned to the hour glass. Time already?
“I heard you made a Polyjuice Potion in your second year.”
“Yes.” She sniffed back.
“That’s pretty fucking impressive.”
“Must you always use that language?” Hermione scoffed as she turned back to him. Draco shrugged in reply.
“C’mon, we need to start slicing these shells, by the time you finish you can add them and the beetle’s eyes together.”
“But the recipe says-“
“Yes but there are shortcuts you know, and they never hurt anyone if they’re done right.” Draco nodded. “Beetle Eyes and Beetle Shells have the same origin, all the shells are for is colour, it won’t hurt the potion any. Now c’mon we’re almost done.”
Hermione only nodded before she came back and took the knife Draco had laid out for her.
“You really don’t need to take this class you know.”
“I know.” Hermione replied without turning up.
“I’m just saying your technique is perfect, you just keep trying to rush the potion and…well you can’t. Cauldron is a melting pot, have to let everything decide it’s going to get along.”
“That’s almost endearing. Who told you that?”
“Professor Snape.”
“Oh.” It was her tone that made him angry so Draco slammed his knife down and turned to her cruelly.
“Say what you want that man is brilliant and does know exactly what he’s talking about.”
“Don’t do that after being civil for the last twenty seconds.” Hermione sneered back. “You were Snape’s little pet and everyone knew it.”
“And Slughorn hates me yet I’m still teaching the remedial class.” Draco snapped back. “With you as my student of all people.”
“How did that happen? He choosing you?”
“He wanted Potter, but Potter is so busy being Dumbledore’s pet he said he didn’t have time. Just as well, you wouldn’t have learned a damn thing from him.”
“Harry is doing just as well in this class as you are!” Hermione cried.
“He’s cheating! I can’t prove it but I know he is! Potter has been proficient at best at potions, we both know he’s never had a passion or a talent for it and don’t waste your breath telling me otherwise. All of a sudden in sixth year he’s a star? I don’t buy it. He’s cheating.”
Hermione turned her eyes down suddenly. She wanted to say something else but how could she? It was true, Harry was cheating and she knew it. She knew how but she couldn’t bring herself to turn him in, least of all to Malfoy. Just because they managed to come to an agreement in the confines of the dungeons didn’t mean they were friends and she could trust him. Though he was right, Hermione was rushing her potions. A part of her wanted to be done first, but it wasn’t about being done first just right. All potions took the same amount of time to prepare, no matter how good the Potions Master.
“There.” Draco’s voice snapped Hermione back into realty and she turned her eyes to her cauldron. There was a faint violet mist wafting from it. “Add your eyes and shells.” No sooner that they touched the water the mist turned green and the mixture stopped bubbling. In fact it was dead still. Hermione turned up to Draco and smiled, who in turn was smiling at her. The moment they both realized it they stopped. “Well done, looks like a textbook Babbling Beverage.” Hermione breathed deeply in relief. “Okay let’s vial it and we can leave it for Slughorn.” Draco sighed as he stretched long.
Hermione’s eyes couldn’t help but jump to the exposed skin of Draco’s collar’s bone. Earlier in the evening he had disposed of his tie and opened the top button of his shirt, his throat was pale and exposed, his long slender fingers reaching for the ceiling.
Feeling the heat rush into her cheeks she cursed her teenage hormones for having betrayed her with someone as foul as Malfoy before reaching for the vial he had set out for her. She ladled her potion carefully and placed a stopper on it. Draco signed both of their names on it and set it on the Professor’s Desk at the head of the class. Thankfully Slughorn was in at first light, and thus far no one knew of their tutoring sessions.
“Same time tomorrow evening then?” Draco sighed as he stood and started to collect his belongings.
“Actually, we may have to meet Thursday.” Hermione sighed.
“oh?” Draco asked as he rose an eyebrow. “That’s fine, your grade.” He shrugged.
“It’s just there’s going to be a party-“
“Granger.” Draco chuckled as he held up a hand. “I don’t care.” He lied. Damn good show old boy. He couldn’t read her expression but she too shrugged before throwing her bag over her shoulder and making for the door.
“Good night Malfoy.”
*****
When Draco returned to the dormitories Blaise Zambini was there. He was lying at the foot of his bed with a quidditch catalogue open in front of his nose. His eyes barely turned up to Draco as he dropped his bag and sat onto his own bed.
“Blaise?” Draco asked softly.
“Yeah?” Blaise replied boredly.
“Have you ever fucked someone you hated?”
“Like…a bloke?” Blaise asked slowly as he sat up and set aside his magazine.
“No!” Draco cried dramatically. “Like, just a girl you couldn’t stand. Ever sleep with one?”
“Why would I fuck a girl I hated?”
“Okay never mind that. Ever fuck a girl who hated you?”
“No, how would you manage that? I mean if she hates you how would you kiss her let alone get her to sleep with you? Why? Are you gonna try and have a go with Daphne again-“
“No I know you’ve been meeting behind the pitch-“
“Wha-“
“Tell Daphne to stop telling Pansy things. She tells me everything.” Draco scoffed.
“What are you getting at?” Blaise asked as he rolled his eyes.
“There’s this girl, I always thought I hated her. Just…a snobby know-it-all pain the ass you know? But she’s cute when she’s annoyed, and all I can think about is how fun it would be-“
“To shag her. That’s normal.” Blaise shrugged.
“She really hates me though. I mean really.” Draco sighed his eyes wandered into space and Hermione’s lips drifted before his eyes.
“Draco, everyone hates you. I don’t think anyone in this house even really likes you. You don’t have any friends. The only reason Pansy likes you is cause she thinks you’re going to marry her and she’ll get your money.”
“Yeah thanks for that.” Draco drawled as he turned back to Blaise, then chuckled. “Pansy can really be an idiot sometimes.”
“I say if you can convince her to sleep with you, go for it. Who knows, it could be really hot you know? Girls don’t really let you get too rough with ‘em but if she hates you she could like fight you a little, make things interesting.” Blaise’s eyes were wide and alight as his mind danced around his own fantasies.
“How about we never had this conversation?” Draco asked.
“Yep. If anyone is looking for me I’m in the shower.”
“Yep.” Draco nodded before he lies back on his own bed.
Every night for the last five days he and Hermione had ridiculously gratifying sex in his dreams. The kind that almost made him sad to wake up except he need only remember he would see the real thing awake, and quickly remember in this state she was especially disgusted by him, and he was sad once more. Draco had chocked all of this up to a purely male, animalistic desire. There was nothing in this world that could not be afforded to him, anything he wanted he always had despite having no real friends or anyone to count on. However, there was no amount of money or sway in the world that could make Hermione Granger sleep with him. He was just going to have to find a way.