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Fortune_Cookie · 09-19-2006, 11:38 PM

The strife between these two has been felt throughout the years they've known each other. Prepare for more arguments, insults, and...perhaps something more positive...

~~1. Accio~~ ~~2. Avada~~ ~~Kedavra~~ ~~3. Braking~~ ~~Charm~~ 4. Blasting Curse ~~5. Colloportus~~ ~~6. Crucio7. Confundus~~ ~~8. Diffindo~~ ~~9. Disapparate~~ ~~10. Engorgio~~ ~~11. Expecto~~ ~~Patronum~~ 12. Furnunculus ~~13. Flagrate~~ ~~14. Horn~~ ~~Tongue~~ ~~15. Hurling~~ ~~Hex~~ ~~16. Impedimenta~~ ~~17. Imperio~~ 18. Incarcerous ~~19. Jelly~~ ~~Legs~~ ~~20. Knitting~~ ~~Charm~~ 21. Langlock ~~22. Legilimens~~ ~~23. Levicorpus~~ ~~24. Lumos~~ 25. Mobilicorpus ~~26. Morsmordre~~ ~~27. Muffliato~~ ~~28.~~ ~~Nox~~ ~~29. Obliviate~~ ~~30. Oppugno~~ 31. Orchideous 32. Petrificus Totalus 33. Point Me ~~34. Protego~~ ~~35. Quietus 36. Reducto~~ 37. Relashio ~~38. Rictumsempra~~ ~~39. Sectumsempra~~ ~~40. Sonorus~~ 41. Scourgify ~~42. Silencio~~ ~~43. Specialis~~ ~~Revelio~~ 44. Stupefy ~~45. Tarantallegra~~ 46. Tergeo 47. Twitchy Ears Hex ~~48. Unbreakable~~ ~~Vow~~ 49. Wingardium Leviosa ~~50. Waddiwasi~~

Avada Kedavra

“Hey, Mudblood, how do you see with that bush around your face?” A scoffing voice reached Hermione’s ears. Malfoy.

She pursed her lips and ignored his jibe, pretending to find a book in her bag. For once, she was glad for her poofy hair; at least it covered the pink patches that had just appeared on her face.

“Leave her alone, Malfoy,” Ron growled, giving a step towards the Slytherin sixth year.

Draco sighed, leaned back in his desk, and idly picked at a nail. “What’s the wizarding world being reduced to? Poor wizards defending Mudbloods…it’s sad, really.” He arced a high eyebrow in Hermione’s direction. “Or should I even call you a wizard, Weasel? You look more like—“

Ron balled his hands into fists and dropped his bag to the floor, but before he could beat the life out of Draco, Hermione interrupted.

“You know what?” she snapped, turning to face Draco, her cheeks blazing. “I know the Avada Kedavra is an unforgivable curse, but sometimes I’m this close”—she parted her index finger and thumb half an inch apart—“to performing it on you.”

Draco sneered. “Like I believe that, Granger.”

“Azkaban is worth it,” she retorted.

Fortune_Cookie · 09-20-2006, 02:01 AM

Waddiwasi

Hermione was working silently in the library, extracting useful information for a History of Magic essay due in a few days.

Her peacefulness was to be broken, however, the moment Draco Malfoy strode into the vicinity. She paid no attention to him but continued flipping frantically through the books as if the world was ending soon.

Draco, chewing his gum, slammed down a few books and sat down across from where Hermione worked.

She looked up at the loud noise, then glared at her enemy and went back to work. He’d made her forget what page she was trying to flip to.

He absentmindedly turned pages. His jaw moved up and down at an alarming pace, snapping and making every possible noise unsuitable for a library setting.

“Stop it,” Hermione commanded.

“What?” he asked innocently.

“You know what. Stop or I’ll remove your gum from your mouth in ways you could not fathom.”

Snorting, he continued to noisily gnaw.

Hermione had had it with this Slytherin. “Waddiwasi!” She cried and his gum shot out from his mouth, splatting all over his face.

Draco glowered at her through his mask of gum.

She gave him a superior look. “Told you so.”

Fortune_Cookie · 09-20-2006, 10:14 PM

Braking Charm

It was the first Slytherin versus Gryffindor match of second year and the tension was as thick as a woolen blanket over the school of Hogwarts. Hermione couldn’t walk through the halls without insults being hurled at Harry by passing Slytherins.

Draco was the new Slytherin seeker, which didn’t help the circumstance. She couldn’t stand that boy. He was always smirking at her or doing something equally stupid.

Up in the stands, everyone around her was chanting, rooting for their team. As the game progressed, Hermione’s eyes drifted to the seeker with the sleek, blonde hair. He suddenly tripped up on his broom; gasping, Hermione whipped out her wand, performing a braking charm.

He wasn’t surprised when his broom slowed after his silly blunder; it had a mechanism in it to do this sort of thing. Draco glanced up and spotted a girl with a vast amount of hair, wand at the ready. Had she possibly tried to help him?

She was relieved she’d saved his neck, even though he was her foe. What would have happened if she hadn’t thought so fast?

“You know, my broom already has a braking charm, Mudblood,” Draco drawled to her after the game.

Fortune_Cookie · 09-21-2006, 12:52 AM

Diffindo

“Psst. Psst. Granger.”

Hermione glanced to the front of the room where Professor Binns was attempting to lull the class to sleep (or so it seemed) and whipped her head back to where Draco was whispering to her.

“What?” she mouthed, the look on her face making it clear that she didn’t want to waste precious class time speaking to him.

Slyly taking out a neatly folded piece of paper, Draco charmed it and blew it over to Hermione. He waited in anticipation to watch her reaction open it.

She sighed and prodded the parchment with the tip of the wand. It didn’t seem explosive or harmful. Cautiously, she opened the letter. The words screamed at her:

Did you honestly think I’d waste a piece of parchment on a Mudblood? Yeah right. No, wait, I’m doing it right now. Arggh, whatever. I just wanted to let you know you need some kind of potion for your disastrous hair, not that you didn’t know already.

Deeply insulted, Hermione took up her wand. Making sure that Draco was watching her, she muttered, “Diffindo.” The parchment ripped in half. “Diffindo, diffindo, diffindo,” she continued to utter until the note was reduced to pulp.

Fortune_Cookie · 09-21-2006, 01:12 PM

Obliviate

He wanted her, and now. Draco spied on Hermione as she walked out of Muggle Studies alone. As she marched past the broom cupboard he was hiding in, he grabbed her arm, pulling her inside.

Before she had an opportunity to scream, Draco clamped a hand over her mouth and shut the door behind him. “Be quiet, Mudblood, or else.”

As Draco was considerably stronger than she, Hermione soon grew weary and stopped struggling. She tried to think of possible ways to escape from this treachery.

Or was it treachery?

He was very good-looking, after all. One couldn’t say he was anything less than desirable…

What am I thinking? She shrieked inside. He was a git through and through.

She could hear her rapid breathing and Draco moving closer to her. Then she could feel something soft and lukewarm on her mouth.

He was enjoying kissing her immeasurably. He didn’t know himself why he was so attracted to this Mudblood, of all things. Hermione didn’t even realize that she wasn’t resisting.

Draco released her, whispering, “No one’s going to know about this…not even you.” He drew out his wand. “Don’t worry, I won’t erase anything but this little episode. Obliviate.”

Fortune_Cookie · 09-21-2006, 10:23 PM

Knitting Charm

The wind was howling outside, blowing the snow in gusts. Hermione shivered as she pressed her hand against the frosty window. Down below on the grounds, she could see Draco struggling in the snow accompanied by Crabbe and Goyle.

Draco was freezing. Why did he even decide to come down for a walk? He could blame it on Professor Sprout, who insisted he visit her in the greenhouse to have a ‘talk’. This suggested a subject anything but pleasant.

Perhaps the house elves could spare a hat or scarf, Hermione thought as she placed another knitting charm on a green and silver colored ball of yarn. Eyeing the colors thoughtfully, she decided what she should do.

When the scarf and hat were finished (they looked quite decent compared to her previous rudimentary style) she wrapped them in brown paper and paid a visit to the owlery, where she sent an owl to give Draco Malfoy the package. Once she got back to the common room, she was suddenly uncertain whether Draco would like the hat; it was slightly lopsided.

Clearly he had received the gift because the next day, Hermione saw him sporting a knitted scarf under his black robes.

Fortune_Cookie · 09-22-2006, 12:24 AM

Lumos

Draco ran down the shadowy hallway, determined to catch more members of Potter’s illegal ‘club’. He was thirsty for more power to take away house points from Gryffindor. He didn’t realize how dark it was until he bashed into a statue.

“Uggh, why do they have to put those things where I’ll crash into them?” Draco moaned, rubbing his chest where the stone had made contact with him. ”Lumos.” There. That would work better.

He sprinted down another random hallway, wand aloft over his head. By now he couldn’t hear any footsteps. Darn those students. Their quickness was depriving him of another ego trip. Then—

BUMP.

He hit another person. It was Blaise Zabini.

“Oh, it’s you,” Draco mumbled, a bit of dejection in his voice. “Caught anyone yet?”

Blaise shook his head, stifling a yawn. “They’re all too fast. I think Pansy spotted some Hufflepuffs, though.”

Draco squinted into the darkness; he’d head hurried footsteps. Then he saw something—someone—with a bush of hair. Granger. The next moment she whisked away around a corner and disappeared.

Blaise followed his friend’s gaze. “Who’d you see?” He craned his neck, raising his wand.

Biting his lip, Draco replied, “No one.”

Fortune_Cookie · 09-22-2006, 03:04 AM

Nox

“What are you doing out of bed at this hour?” Hermione inquired when she spotted Draco meandering down the hospital wing hallway.

He cocked an eyebrow. “I could be asking the same of you, Granger.” He brought his lighted wand to her face.

Huffing, she muttered, “Never mind.”

“Fine, I confess,” Draco sighed, starting to walk. Hermione strolled beside him. “I fancied a midnight walk.”

Hermione snorted. “And since when did you fancy walks at night when you could be sleeping?” They stopped in a particularly desolate crevice of the hallway.

“Then again, you don’t know much about me, Granger, do you?” He hoisted himself up on a wide windowsill and patted the spot next to him, indicating for her to sit.

She obliged. “Good point. I don’t know much about you and I don’t know if I want to.”

Twiddling his wand effortlessly between his fingers, Draco objected, “Of course you want to know me.” He gave her a crafty grin and whispered, “Nox.” All was dark.

Nervously laughing, Hermione asked, “What was that?”

He wiggled his eyebrows. “Just one of my hidden talents. So is this.” Leaning over, he pressed his lips against hers in a lingering kiss.

Fortune_Cookie · 09-22-2006, 11:04 PM

Tarantallegra

The Yule Ball was making Hermione’s cheeks flush uncontrollably. Viktor was spinning her, dipping her, and just plain dancing. They were having a blast.

“I’ll go get drinks,” Viktor informed her. She nodded and he disappeared to the other side of the Great Hall.

“Finally, you’re free,” a low voice hummed in her ear. Draco took her wrist and smirked. The Weird Sisters were striking up an upbeat number. “C’mon, dance with me.”

“I’m not so sure, Draco,” Hermione said, casting anxious glances around.

Draco rolled his eyes. “No one will notice us.” He was right. Everyone was absorbed in their dancing partner.

“Oh, alright,” Hermione surrendered and reluctantly started to dance.

Draco studied her. “You call that dancing? Maybe by Muggle standards, but in the wizarding world, you have to be a bit crazier than that.” He took out his wand. “Tarantallegra!”

“Draco, no!” Hermione squealed as her legs started to dance at a distressing speed. She laughed in spite of herself. “This is crazy!”

Draco guffawed. “You promise to dance like a witch?”

She nodded, laughing so hard that tears were edging her eyes.

He took the spell off and they danced like the merry couple they were.

Fortune_Cookie · 09-23-2006, 12:05 AM

Jelly Legs

“Nicholas Flamel…” Hermione muttered under her breath, her fingers trailing on the spines of a shelf burdened with ancient-looking books. She stood perched on a ladder. Finally she found the book she was looking for, nabbing it.

Draco peeked out from a wooden bookcase and took out his wand, muttering something under his breath and sinisterly grinning.

Suddenly, her legs started to wobble. They felt so weak and strange. Why was that? She started to lose more and more control.

She couldn’t hold her position any longer—with a resounding thud, she fell to the floor, the book clutched to her chest. “Ow…” she groaned, lifting her bushy head and seeing Draco Malfoy sneering at her.

“Can’t even keep your balance on a ladder; wow, that’s sad, Granger,” he taunted, tucking his wand away.

Hermione glared at him. “Don’t kid me, you idiot, Malfoy! I know you put a jelly legs spell on me. Just because I’m a Muggleborn, it doesn’t mean I’m stupid.” Regaining her dignity, she stood up on slightly shaky feet and smoothed her hair (to no avail).

Scoffing, Draco snapped his mouth shut and retreated.

“That boy will be the death of me,” Hermione mumbled angrily.

Fortune_Cookie · 09-23-2006, 04:49 AM

Sonorus

During the third year that Hermione had known Draco, he was being even a bigger pain than usual.

“You’re going to be a hunchback when you’re older, Granger,” Draco twanged, noting Hermione’s book bag that seemed to almost burst at the seams.

She tightened her lips and hobbled away.

“Wait, Granger!” Draco called, the mock still evident in his voice. “You know—“

Hermione dropped her bag and flicked out her wand. Pointing it at his face, she yelled, “Sonorus!”

“YOU’RE SUCH A FILTHY MUDBLOOD!” Draco finished his sentence, not realizing until after that his voice had been magnified. His face turned white, for Professor McGonagall was walking their way.

“What in heaven’s name is this?” she demanded in her strict manner, eyes flashing at Draco.

He opened his mouth to speak (which had been turned to normal, courtesy of Hermione) but the professor shushed him.

“Detention for you, Mr. Malfoy. Inappropriate terminology will not be tolerated in Hogwarts; you should know that by now!” McGonagall’s demeanor did not change. Giving him a final stare, she strode away.

Triumphant, Hermione gave Draco her too-bad-for-you look and hoisted her bag over her shoulder, not looking like much of a hunchback anymore.

Fortune_Cookie · 09-23-2006, 06:11 PM

Crucio

The final battle was raging on; Hermione’s face sported numerous cuts and her arms and legs felt as if they were lead.

I’m too tired…I can’t do this anymore…she thought to herself in despair.

But then, far off, she could see Neville dueling with Bellatrix Lestrange, and her determination returned. Her hope was rekindling now that Draco had opposed Lord Voldemort. She had to do this for the good of both the wizarding world and the Muggle world. Perhaps the world wasn’t coming to an end yet.

Then a large death eater jumped out at her; her pensiveness caused her to delay in action.

“Crucio!” he shouted, aiming his wand tip on her chest.

Pain. Excruciating pain, tearing at her from all sides. That’s all Hermione could feel. She writhed on the ground, wand a few feet away from her grasp. It’s the end for me, she screamed in her head.

Out of nowhere, a dark blur flew past her and into her tormenter, knocking him to the ground. The pain stopped suddenly. However, she still could not summon the strength to move.

A long, slender hand extended to her. She took it and her eyes met her rescuer’s. Draco.

Fortune_Cookie · 09-23-2006, 11:16 PM

Oppugno

Draco’s footsteps echoed down the halls. It figured that bloody Gryffindor would win the match. He punched the wall, then yelped with pain, nursing his fist. Father’s right. I’m such an idiot, Draco thought to himself.

He heard sobbing: female sobbing, from the sound pitch. Peering around the corner, he saw none other than Hermione.

Hiding his red and throbbing hand behind his back, Draco stepped out to confront her. “Weasel make you cry, Granger? Maybe for once I should help him.” A sinister smile spread across his face.

“Leave me alone!” Hermione choked, shakily taking out her wand. Her pace sped up.

Heatedly gritting his teeth, Draco grabbed her arm. “Oh no, you don’t, Mudblood.” His grip was hard and would probably make red marks on her skin.

Hermione attempted to wrench her arm from his grasp. “Don’t…don’t make me do it again!” She cried, stifling on her tears.

“What, exactly?” Draco asked, bending closer. He could count the freckles that sprinkled her nose.

“This.” She steadied her wand. Her confident air had somewhat returned. “Oppugno!”

All Draco saw was a nasty flock of yellow birds coming at him, jabbing his face. When they finally cleared, Hermione was gone.

Fortune_Cookie · 09-24-2006, 02:49 PM

Morsmordre

“Get down!” Lucius commanded Draco, shoving his head below as another explosion went off. He pushed him into the surrounding forest. “Stay here and don’t move.”

Snarling but powerless, Draco leaned up against a tree, trying to retain his cool composure. The ‘golden trio’ passed by soon later. Ron had tripped; that initiated an esteem-bashing session by Draco to the three friends.

He watched them run away, eyes still on that Granger. It would actually be amusing to see her hung by her knickers, he thought to himself, then discarded his father’s commands. It’s not like he would get in trouble; Mother would defend him.

In no time, he’d found himself a few paces behind Hermione and her two pals. It was nearly impossible to see through the foliage. Then—

“Morsmordre!”

Draco’s breath caught. The Dark Mark.

“Better get a move on, Granger,” he hissed in Hermione’s ear. He had no clue how he’d come right up to her, but all he could feel was a few strands of her hair touching his lips.

She looked back for a moment and he could see the malevolent glint in her eyes before she pulled her friends away, heading for a clearing.

Fortune_Cookie · 09-24-2006, 10:54 PM

Disapparate

The store smelled of hardwood and feathers, an oddly homely scent liked by Hermione. She searched around the shop, hoping to find the perfect quill to mark her students’ exam papers. Nowadays, Diagon Alley carried the highest quality of quills.

Finally, she found the perfect one; after paying the shopkeeper, she stepped out into the bustling street.

There she was. She had changed quite a bit; though her hair retained a hint of frizziness, it now cascaded down her back in gentler waves. Her form was more womanly and fully developed.

Draco studied her from where he stood by a vendor. Maybe he should talk to her. They hadn’t seen each other for five years, after all.

He strode forwards, his black robes fluttering around his body. Somehow, through all the noise and confusion, Hermione looked back and saw the infamous angular features and steel eyes.

In a moment of surprise and panic, she disapparated. She didn’t want to bring back the pain of that last battle; it was too much to bear.

Draco stopped, mid-stride. She was confusing. Shaking his head, he resolved not to attempt to reach her again. What was the point if he just got rejected?

Fortune_Cookie · 09-24-2006, 11:57 PM

Protego

“Why do I have to do detention with you?” Hermione cried, flinging down her cleaning rag. “It’s preposterous, I tell you.”

Draco snorted. “Granger, do you honestly think I want to do this with a Mudblood?”

“STOP IT!” Hermione screamed, frankly scaring Draco out of his wits. It was very out of her character. This thought seemed to register to her as well and her tone recovered some decency. “Just stop—stop calling me that, Malfoy!” She hiccoughed and turned away; he could see her shoulders shake.

He didn’t stop. “You’re a Mudblood; that’s why you’re so cry-babyish. Can’t keep it in, can you?”

Hermione whirled around, furious. Searching the trophies she was scrubbing, she threw one at him.

“Protego!” Draco cried just in time. This girl was on a violent rampage. She’d slapped him last week. “This is craziness!” He yelled, cowering behind his wand.

Catching momentum, she flung a trophy. “You’re right!” Hermione cried, sobbing and throwing another at his head. “This is so irrational and juvenile!”

“Then why in Merlin’s beard are you doing it?”

She sank to the floor. “I don’t know!” She wailed, burying her head in her hands. “You really get to me, Malfoy.”

Fortune_Cookie · 09-25-2006, 01:35 AM

Rictumsempra

Professor Snape explained the procedure of the new potion they were making in his usual slick voice. As he walked, his feet struck on the stone floor sharply.

Draco sat near the front of the class, picking at the wooden table he sat at. He wished that Snape would finish what he was saying. Sighing inwardly, he looked around for someone to terrorize. His gaze fell upon the innocent Hermione Granger.

Subtly, Draco picked up his wand from the corner of the table and slid it under the surface, making sure to aim correctly. “Rictumsempra,” he whispered.

It seemed as though someone invisible was tickling Hermione. She swiped away the feeling and carried on taking notes. Then it came again. She couldn’t help it.

To everyone’s astonishment, (except Draco’s), Hermione burst out laughing, rocking back and forth in her chair as Professor Snape explained the use of acromantula venom. Ron’s jaw dropped and Harry tried to calm her down.

“Miss Granger, please stop your childishness,” Snape commanded, boring his eyes into hers. She just continued laughing. Draco chuckled. He liked her laugh.

“That’s detention for you, Miss Granger,” the professor informed the laughing student. “Now please step into the hall.”

Fortune_Cookie · 09-25-2006, 02:37 AM

Sectumsempra

“What happened?!?” Hermione shrieked once finding out that Harry had used a rather gruesome curse on Draco Malfoy called ‘sectumsempra’.

Harry nodded his head wearily. “Don’t scold me now, okay, Hermione? If you didn’t notice, I’m not going to be able to play Quidditch on the most important game. I don’t know how we will—”

“Is that all you think about, Quidditch?” she exclaimed woefully. “You know what? I’m just going to…take a walk.” In a huff, she left and left the two boys to themselves.

Mumbling darkly to herself, she found herself moving towards the hospital wing. How was Draco fairing? Sure enough, he was an evil git, but he didn’t deserve such severity. She was right all along; Harry should’ve never listened to that book.

Thankfully, no one was in the hospital wing as Hermione burst through the doors. A still figure lay on the bed, completely motionless. She walked over briskly and studied Draco’s tattered-looking features; there was an odd peace about him, though, which gave her the creeps.

Shuddering and deciding that she couldn’t be caught staring at him, she quickly dashed out and fled to the library, where no one would ask her questions.

Fortune_Cookie · 09-25-2006, 03:18 AM

SpeRevelio

Hermione and Draco were in the library alone—again. She paid no attention to him, so he tried to ignore her existence. He didn’t need her consideration, anyways, right?

Yet he found himself glancing at her more times than necessary as they worked on homework. It was as if his eyes had a life of their own; this made him very uncomfortable. Clearly it had the same effect on Hermione because ever so often she would glance at him shiftily and change her position.

After an hour of silence, noise could be heard approaching: two boys. Ron and Harry emerged to whisk Hermione away; apparently some function in Gryffindor tower was taking place.

“I’ll be there; help me with these books, will you?” Hermione started gathering her things and her friends took some heavy textbooks.

As Hermione brushed past Draco, she dropped a blank piece of paper by his hand. By the way she looked at him he knew it meant something.

When she was out of sight, Draco turned to the paper, trying to decipher why it was blank. Was this some kind of Hermione-ish trick? Then he remembered:

“SpeRevelio!”

Words in neat writing wrote, Stop being inappropriate.

Fortune_Cookie · 09-25-2006, 01:15 PM

Hurling Hex

“I can’t believe the Slytherins claimed the pitch; this is so unfair. We had it signed out two weeks before,” Harry complained heatedly as he watched the green blurs whiz around on the pitch.

He, Ron, and Hermione sat in the stands. There was a minimal amount of homework (hence Hermione still being there).

Hermione had shut both of them out completely as she found herself concentrating on what the Slytherins were doing. Although Draco was often underestimated, he was quite talented.

That is, until his broom started bucking. It looked as if it was trying to kick him off! He yelled and tried to gain control, but it wouldn’t stop.

“There’s a hurling hex on that broom!” Hermione whispered to herself in fright. Harry and Ron had noticed too.

Staring at her curiously, Harry asked, “You’re not actually feeling sorry for Draco, are you? He deserves it, that git.”

“Uh…no, of course not,” Hermione stammered, eyes fixed on the rearing broom. “It’s just that—oh, never mind.”

“C’mon, let’s go.” Ron guided her out of the stands. Before the pitch went out of site, Hermione looked back one more time—just to make sure he was alright, of course.

Fortune_Cookie · 09-25-2006, 10:14 PM

Flagrate

The Triwizard Tournament was about to start. Hermione could remember when she was a fourth year; the anticipation fifteen years later was still thick in the air. She sat at the staff table, watching the proceedings.

“Mr. Malfoy of the Ministry of Magic will draw the line of fire around the goblet of fire. Do not mistake this as an age line; it is actual fire. You will not enter through it unless you are of age and are seriously committed. That is a warning,” the headmaster announced in a booming voice. Several students gasped and recoiled. “There have been more advanced spells put upon the cup so that absolutely no underage wizards or witches may enter.”

The students whispered as Draco stepped to the front, wand drawn. He looked elegant and sophisticated in his black robes tinged with green. Hermione stared at him as he made his way to a strategic position by the cup. Their eyes met for a moment before he said, “Flagrate.”

A line of fire sprung from the ground, several meters from the cup. The students cheered and Hermione politely clapped. She could’ve sworn that Draco smirked at her before he withdrew to his seat.

Fortune_Cookie · 09-25-2006, 11:02 PM

Colloportus

“Want some fun?” Draco asked Hermione after Astronomy class as they headed down the stairs. He wasn’t sure if she heard him; chatting about Quidditch beside her were Ron and Harry.

She looked at him suspiciously, but smiled.

“Draco, this is crazy,” Hermione whispered as they inched into a broom cupboard. “If I get carried away I will be late for class.”

Smirking, Draco asked, “Does that really matter?”

Hermione didn’t answer; she could feel her heart thumping loudly. Why was he so attractive all of a sudden? The dim light in the broom cupboard made his features look even more appealing.

“Colloportus,” Draco murmured, and the door clicked shut.

Resisting the urge to tell him that the spell could be easily overridden by such a spell like ‘Alohomora’, Hermione let Draco kiss her neck passionately; he was so keen that she could feel the tips of his teeth.

I’m so foolish, she thought to herself as Draco kissed her lips. Shaking a bit but kissing him back, she hesitantly ran a hand up his shoulder, feeling the folds of his robes. Of course she suspected Draco was simply using her, but then again, she was enjoying it as well.

Fortune_Cookie · 09-25-2006, 11:25 PM

Levicorpus

They were walking on the grounds in sixth year; the sun was shining down upon them brightly, welcoming them to a new summer month.

Harry, as to be expected nowadays, was murmuring about Draco being behind all the attacks on the Hogwarts people. Draco must have heard his name and approached the bespectacled youth.

“Say what about me, Potter?” Draco shoved Harry’s shoulder. “You’re trying to—“

“You’re the one who’s up to something, Malfoy,” Harry spat. “I know it!” He pushed Draco on impulse.

Hermione stepped between them. “Would you two stop it! Malfoy, leave him be. Harry, he’s not worth talking to.”

Scowling, Draco stepped towards Hermione. “Oh yeah? You know what I think of you, Mudblood?”

“Don’t call her that!” Harry shouted, pointing his wand at Draco’s heart.

Snort-laughing, Draco raised his eyebrows. “It’s fine with me if you get expelled.”

“Levicorpus!”

The next moment Draco was yelling at the top of his lungs for Crabbe and Goyle because he was dangling upside-down in mid air.

Hermione covered her eyes. “Oh my goodness, Harry, you didn’t! That’s so detrimental to my brain!” The sight of Draco and his knickers haunted her for the rest of the day.

Fortune_Cookie · 09-26-2006, 12:11 AM

Confundus

Why did girls have to be so confusing? Draco decided that the most confusing of all had to be Hermione. He couldn’t understand her or why she did what she did. Most of all, he couldn’t grasp the concept of why she was edging his thoughts all day. Finally, he made up his mind to find out.

“Granger, what did you do to me?” he asked when she was alone, knitting what looked like lumpy bags.

She looked up from her progress. “What do you mean? I didn’t do anything to you. You’re the one who’s doing things to me.”

Perplexed, Draco stopped his quill an inch from his parchment. “No, I haven’t!”

It was Hermione’s turn to stop her knitting. Of course he had! Why was she thinking about him so much these days? “Yes, you have, Malfoy, and I’m determined to find out.”

Dropping his quill on the table, Draco spread his hands. “I’m not doing anything to you, Granger!”

Hermione picked up her knitting and stood up. “We’re both confused. This is going nowhere, Malfoy.”

Behind a nook, a figure with his wand out smiled. He had to thank the confundus charm for this source of entertainment.

Fortune_Cookie · 09-26-2006, 12:39 AM

Imperio

Being a death eater had its advantages. Draco was licensed to use the unforgivables. He didn’t understand the full weight of their use; that’s why he tried it on Hermione.

The thought was just so tempting—what would she do? His mouth drooled at the power he could have over her.

“Imperio!” He commanded.

Come to me. Come right now. A cruel voice filled Hermione’s head. She had the strongest desire to do so. Come.

She felt herself moving towards…Draco?!? It couldn’t be. He couldn’t use the imperious curse; it was against the rules!

Draco wrapped his arms around her waist. C’mon, kiss me, Granger, he thought tantalizingly.

No, I can’t, Hermione thought frantically, trying to push him away. It seemed, though, that all the strength in her body had left her. Despite her musings, her lips found Draco’s and she was kissing him; disgust filled her body.

This isn’t genuine, Draco thought to himself. Hermione felt limp and robotic in his arms. Her lips didn’t feel appealing when they touched his. Repulsed at his own behavior, he released her from the curse.

She regained control of her body. Wiping her lips, she gave him a look of pure loathing.

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